about an hour from new york, the turbulence rocking the quinjet finally reduces to a manageable, quiet calm.
natasha hums some simple melody above you.
before you can drift off, a gentle hand shakes you awake.
you turn to face her. "what's wrong?"
she clears her throat. "uh, you were falling asleep."
with you lying horizontally on the bench, the soft slope of natasha's thighs cradling your neck, you shrug as best you can. "how far out are we?"
"30 minutes."
you smile, eyes half-lidded. "nap time."
a slightly trembling finger brushes your forehead, her body stiffening. "are you sure, hon? i—"
one last effort from your sore, post-mission muscles is all you need to rotate your body around, throwing your arms to embrace natasha's hips and brushing your forehead against her tummy. "wake me up when we're home."
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rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)
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