It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?
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o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
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bakerstreet2012-05-05 11:11 pm
asflkj of course, rng, of course
When she wasn't training, it was, well, books or briefs or information. Stark Tower, however, was actually kind of boring, as great as Tony tried to make it.
There's just only so much you can do.
But, for once, Tasha is actually sleeping, relatively soundly, out in the open on a couch, as opposed to her own room. The couch was comfortable and she fell asleep mid-sentence in her book.
Of course, that doesn't mean she can't wake up immediately as soon as she's disturbed.]
They could have fluffy cuddle times and give death glares to anyone who says anything :|
They happened rarely, and he was selfish with them if he was being honest. Many a time, over the years, he'd blocked people from walking in or disturbing her as she slept so he could just--watch. He was aware that it could be construed as creepy, as Tony liked to inform him, but he didn't care.
If Natasha cared about it, he was pretty sure she would have handed him his ass on the mats during a sparring session by now. Not that she didn't like to do that anyways.]
first rule of clint/nat: you do not talk about clint/nat
How long have you been sitting there?
second rule of clint/nat: YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT CLINT/NAT
But she's good, better than him in a lot of ways, and she has the added benefit of knowing him.
He doesn't stretch out, he doesn't have the need to being used to sitting in awkward positions for long periods of time. He perches, eyes circling where his body can't, and waits to swoop in on his prey.]
Not long.
[But the roughness in his voice, the scratchiness of going long periods of time without talking, which isn't unusual for him, is a dead giveaway to the real answer.]
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[Her lips quirk a bit as she brushes her hair out of her face, watching Clint.]
Shouldn't you be in bed?
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Can't sleep.
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[She does know him, after all, and his tendencies to...well, not sleep.]
And you couldn't find anything else to keep you entertained?
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Am I making you nervous?
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Incredibly.
[All of the sarcasm, Clint. All of it.
She sits up, tucking hair behind her ear with a sigh as she gets to her feet, looking back up at Clint.]
I'm getting something to eat.
[Which is an unspoken invitation if Clint wants to join her.
Sometimes, time spent in Stark Tower feels...weirdly domestic.
It's unnerving.]
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Once there, he perches on the counter across from the fridge, feet dangling off the edge. Where she just thinks that it's weirdly domestic, he'll actually say it out loud.]
We're like the world's weirdest Brady Bunch.
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[She smiles as she roots through the fridge, eventually coming out with some sandwich material. Best late night snack.]
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[He slides off the counter, padding over to the counter after she's set out the stuff, and not-so-subtly swipes a piece of shaved turkey, eating it right off.]
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She figures he would probably steal a bite, anyway, whether she offered or not.]
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[It's said petulantly, but he's grinning at the Look he's being given.]
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[Natasha laughs a little, but she just shrugs, and takes a bite of her sandwich.]
Make your own if you're hungry, then.
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[He really wasn't one for eating late, even if he didn't have anything better to do than fail as sleeping.
He was itching for a mission. Anything to take his mind off the boredom of sitting around and waiting.]
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He just seems antsy to her.]
Cabin Fever, Clint?
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[Staying in one place for an extended amount of time was never something he enjoyed. He was used to change, to new cities, different faces.
This had an unsettling sense of normalcy, which he wasn't used to, it made him edgy, nervous, and a bit flighty.]
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[She frowns slightly as she leans against the counter, taking slow bites from the sandwich.]
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Never thought I'd be hoping for something to break the quiet around here.
[The quiet left him time to think. Time for his mind to wander. To relive past mistakes. To question old decisions.
He stares down at his bare feet, suddenly interested in his toes.]
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[Her lips quirk in a faint smile, and she polishes off the sandwich, crossing her arms over her chest.]
It's not quite as bad when everyone's awake, at least.
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Arms crossing over his chest, he chews the inside of his cheek before finally letting loose.]
I get it, okay. I mean, the last round caused a lot of damage, but how are they faulting us for that? The city would have been leveled if it weren't for us, and we're benched while the council has a review?
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They can't hold anyone else accountable. Someone has to take the fall for everything, but considering their solution was a nuclear missile, I like to think we caused even less damage than they would have.
[She looks a little disgruntled with that.]
spoilers (just in case)
[It isn't just how close it all came to fucked that's bothering him. It's dealing with the aftermath of it all. Dealing with all the other agents who died because he'd been compromised. Dealing with finding out that Coulson--
Just dealing.]
oops yes right, spoilers
[She watches him, curious, vaguely concerned.
She knows how much Clint has to be beating himself up over what he did while under Loki's control, over what happened in general recently. It wasn't his fault, but...it wasn't like a few nice words and reassurances would keep Clint from putting the blame on his own shoulders.]
How are you holding up, by the way?
[Natasha is trying to sound as casual as possible, like it's just small-talk.]
the others were tiny >.> mine reallllllly wasn't, so XD
thaaat's true
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