The Younger Agent - Natasha Romanoff x OC

Chapter 13 - Squad Trip

During the extent of their stay at the hospital together, they had discussed exactly what had happened on Nat's mission, and what happened during the whole shooting event. The Winter Soldier they had deducted based on what Nat was saying. They knew it would be a hard task, but they agreed to start trying to look for him on the side of their assigned cases from Fury and Hill. After they had spoken about it though, they didn't bring it up again, they were just enjoying the time that they had together. 

"Thank you for looking after me", Nat smiled at the younger woman sitting in front of her, packing up their bags ready for the SHIELD jet to come and collect them soon.
"Will you stop saying that?", she chuckled, of course, she was going to look after her, she didn't want to be thanked for it.
"Nope", Nat returned popping the 'p'.

Eleanor turned to face Nat and slowly walked over, "You. Are. Annoying", she said before giving Nat a peck on the forehead and going back to the bags.

"If I'm annoying, take a second to think about how annoying you are".
"No, I don't think I will". The two smirked at each other.

They were interrupted by a nurse entering the room, telling them that there were Agents waiting for them in the reception, she seemed mildly annoyed that they were taking up so much space in the waiting room, making them both stifle laughs as she spoke.

When the nurse had left, Eleanor threw the bags on the bottom of the bed, and sat next to Nat for a final time, "Now before we go, I wanna do one final re-dress is that okay? We're gonna be up there for a few hours". She had been doing all of the dressings since being here, the Doctors had protested at first but after seeing the perfect job she did on the first dressing they just allowed it, not wanting to be berated by the very persistent woman. 

Nat hadn't been hesitant to let Eleanor see it over the last few days, but she had seen that the way it was healing was going to leave a large scar and so she felt a bit self-conscious. Eleanor picked up on her being uncomfortable as Nat lifted her shirt slightly, "Hey, what's up?".
Nat chewed on the inside of her cheek a bit, "It doesn't look nice". 

Eleanor let out a small laugh, "Oh yeah? Well I think it's the coolest".
Nat frowned, "You- what?".
"You got shot bad enough that someone else was shot through you Nat, and lived because you're Natasha frickin' Romanoff, this", she stopped to point towards the wound she was currently re-dressing, "Is a badge of honour, wear it with pride".

Nat smiled whilst shaking her head slightly, "You're quite the optimist, aren't you?".
"Nah, I'm a realist".
"Oh fuck off", Nat scoffed and shoved her off the bed.

Eleanor regained her balance and smirked at Nat's antics, "Do you want me to leave you here? I can leave you here".
"You jumped out of a plane to see me in the first place, I do not believe this false threat".
"You're never gonna let me live that down are you?". Nat just looked at her and tilted her head, showing that it was obvious that she wouldn't just let that drop.

Nat stood up off of the bed and carefully went to pick up her bag before her hand was slapped away.
"No". There was no way that Eleanor was going to allow Nat to carry her own bags, there'd be a higher chance of her jumping out of a plane again.  
"But I can take my own-".
"No". Eleanor slung both bags over one shoulder, and held out her left arm, signalling for Nat to let her take her waist and help her walk out.

"I can walk on my own you know", Nat said but still walked into Eleanor's hold anyway.
"I know".

The two slowly made their way out of the room and towards the exit where they saw people waiting for them, who led them towards the jet. They grinned at each other when the jet had come into view, they both really couldn't wait to get home. And Nat was feeling much better, she was able to walk on her own now if she took it slow, but Eleanor still insisted on helping her out of the hospital.