Natasha Romanoff One-Shots

Working late part 2

Pov y/n

I cross my arms and sulk a bit. "I'm not tired."
She shakes her head with a small smile and points at my screen.
"Write your notes and close the laptop, sweetheart." 

Even though her voice hasn't changed a bit, she is a little more stern now because I tend to get lost in my writing and stay up way too late.
We had that conversation more than one time. She also knows that deeply inside I am exhausted and when I am, being direct and pushing me doesn't help.
Only when she's patient, calm and gentle, she can handle and convince me that I should go to bed. 

I write my notes for the rest of the chapter under the text and turn off my laptop.
She takes it from me and puts it back on the desk while I stretch my legs and arms and get up. 

I stay still a few seconds because the room is turning and I need to orientate myself. She comes to me, takes my hand and waits until I look at her.

"When have you last eaten or drank anything?" Her voice is filled with concern.
I blush a little because this is also something I forget when I'm caught up in writing.
"I guess around half past six, after that I moved to the sofa." I mumble and hear her exhale a little.
"Baby, you need to take care of yourself. Please take a bottle of water and some snacks with you the next time you have a writing session, okay?"
"Yes, I'll try to remember."
"Good girl. Do you want to eat something now? I can make you something quick."

I smile at the praise and suppress a yawn. "No, it's okay. Breakfast will do it."
She scans me before she sighs and slightly pulls me with her to the bathroom.
I brush my teeth while she goes to the bedroom. 

My mind goes back to the story while I watch myself in the mirror.
I don't know why but I get a boost of motivation in the evening. It's almost like I write better in the night than in the day.
There is something about writing in the night. It's more calm and relaxed, a totally different vibe. 

Most of the time I start writing around seven in the evening and write for three or four hours but in some nights I have so many ideas that I stay up almost all night.
When Natasha's home she always makes sure to bring me water and snacks and convinces me to go to bed around one in the morning.
But since she was on a mission the past two days, I completely lost track of time and my surroundings.
Maybe it's good that she came back today, I don't know how long I would have stayed up otherwise. 

I finish brushing my teeth and yawn, slowly but surly the sleepiness gets ahold of me and I feel exhausted. My brain isn't confronted with the blue light of my laptop and can finally settle down. I feel my eyelids get heavy and make my way to the bedroom.
Nat already changed into her sleeping shorts and her top. She smiles at me and places a kiss on my temple as she goes by to put her suit away.

I pull my pyjama from under the covers and change slowly, maybe I am tired.
My blinking gets a bit faster as I try to hold my eyes open.

Suddenly a brilliant idea hits me and I rush to my desk, to grab a pen and a paper, writing down the plot twist that just came to me. I sit in the chair while taking a second post-it.
My thoughts suddenly drift away and my eyes close for a few seconds. I shake my head to stay awake and continue writing the note. But it happens again and again. As I write the last sentence, Nat comes up to me.

"This isn't your bed, honey." She coos and carefully takes the pen out of my hand.
"I had to write down this idea, it's great and it's perfect..."
My words slur together and I shut my eyes for a few seconds.

"Baby, you're exhausted. You overdid yourself with the writing and are barley able to stay awake, you should really get some rest now." Her voice is soft and she pulls me up.
"But Tasha, this is like..." I search for words to explain how great this is but she just shakes her head and pulls me to our bedroom.

"I know, baby. But you can work it out tomorrow. I am really proud of you for working so hard and eagerly, you did great. But if you don't rest now, you won't have the energy to write tomorrow."

She's right and I am way to tired to argue back now so I let her pull me to bed and get under the covers.
She lays down next to me and I cuddle into her and the last thing I remember is that she kisses my head and I mumble a "good night" before I fall into a deep and much needed sleep.