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After being discharged from the hospital, I'm driven straight to the airport while Tony and Pepper go back to the hotel. The hospital gave me some clothes from the lost and found to wear so that I didn't have to spend the ten hour flight ahead of me in a hospital gown. It was nice of them, yes, but I really hate wearing clothes that aren't mine. Except when they're Natalie's clothes, apparently. I think to myself, gazing out the car window, trying to distract my mind from thinking about the borrowed clothes against my skin. 

The car takes a sudden turn and I breathe in sharply as the car jolts me, causing the material of the clothes I'm wearing to rub against my skin. I feel the hairs prick up all the way along my arms and legs, making me shudder at the sensation. My eyes flick towards Natalie, only to see that she's frowning slightly in my direction.

"What?" I huff, already in a bad mood.

She raises an eyebrow at my tone of voice and turns to look out the window on her side of the car.

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A while later, we're at the airport and parked in front of a private jet. I leave the car, slamming the door shut behind me and speeding up the steps and into the plane. Flopping down in a random seat, I shuffle around slightly, pulling at my borrowed clothes and attempting to make it so that they're not touching my skin.

Within moments, I hear the door of the aircraft close before Natalie takes a seat next to me and the aeroplane starts moving.

I feel my heart rate increase and my breathing becomes slightly audible, I try to calm myself down by securing an iron grip onto the armrests either side of me. Just before we're about to start rolling down the runway, Natalie gently un-picks my fingers from the armrest closest to her and locks her hand into mine, squeezing once, all without looking at me.

I think I might be in trouble for how I spoke to her in the car. I consider.

I squeeze her hand back and sigh, relaxing into my seat. I turn my head so that I'm facing the gorgeous redhead seated beside me. Everything around us seems to fade away, no plane, no rumbling of the engine, no unwanted feeling of the clothes that don't belong to me against my body, just me and Natalie.

Before I know it, the takeoff is over and the plane has leveled out on the sky.

She pulls her hand away from mine before studying me for a few minutes and standing from her seat. She reaches into the overhead storage and pulls out a small duffel, similar to the one she had at the hotel, but in a different colour.

"Stand up." She orders me, firmly. I do as I'm told. "Change." She mutters, shoving the bag into my arms.

I shuffle to the small bedroom at the back of the plane and open the bag. Inside lies a baggy t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants that smell like Natalie. I breathe a grateful sigh of relief and quickly change into the outfit. I emerge from the room within seconds and comfortably slouch down in my seat beside Natalie. My eyes flick over to her, only to see she's flipping through the pages of a fashion magazine. "Better?" She asks, turning a page, without looking up.

"Mm." I hum, non-commitedly.

"Right." She says in response, quirking a perfect eyebrow. She watches me fidget under her gaze for the next few minutes before ordering, "sit." I look at her, confused since I'm sat down already, before she leans back in her seat and gestures to her lap. It clicks suddenly that that's where she wants me seated and I quickly scramble to follow the command, lowering myself onto her waiting legs. "Good girl." She whispers into my ear, her fingers curling securely around my hip to keep me in place.

I lean into her as she runs her fingers lightly across my thigh. Sighing, I close my eyes and press my face into her neck.

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