The lost Widow - Natasha Romanoff x Female

Chapter XXXI

Natasha's eyes flickered open, sleep still a heavy weight on her eyelids.
She barely opened them a crack when a piercingly bright ray of sunlight greeted her, shining through one of the hut's small windows and barely slowing down through the seemingly thin glass. The hut, she was still in the hut, somewhere in the north of Norway. Groaning, Natasha put an arm over her eyes, maybe she could just sleep on.
The light beams seemed to have leveled up, mutated. Would it be possible to change light rays in this way, Nat wondered. Perhaps this thought would have seemed absolutely absurd to her, but Nina could make - with enough boredom - many things possible that were initially thought impossible.

For a while, Nat tried with all her might to find her way back into the world of dreams. Without success, the brightness of the sun was terribly persistent and at some point, Natasha had had enough and removed her arm from her eyes - not without letting out another quaint moan. A volley of quiet but powerful Russian curses left her mouth as she slowly sat up in the surprisingly comfortable cot.
The first night Natasha had asked how they should divide the room for sleeping. Nina's answer had been simple, she pretty much didn't care what Natasha did, she could very much have the bed. Promptly, the older woman had suggested that they would both fit in the bed, after all, there was no other bed-like thing. Nina had quickly made it clear that under no circumstances would she sleep in the bed, and certainly not if Natasha was in it as well. The comment that it wouldn't be the first time they shared a bed only brought Nat a withering look and icy silence. In retrospect, she was glad that there would have been no way to argue with Nina in this situation, the bed was really surprisingly comfortable.
Sleepily, she looked around the small room, nothing in particular. Out of habit, she had put on her black suit when she left, completely neglecting to take any kind of luggage with her. After a small search in the evening, however, she found a sparse supply of clothes somewhere at the very back of the jet, which she helped herself to. Although the blonde had made provisions in her small hut in case of a longer stay, Nat had not wanted to squeeze into 90% of the things. Her bare feet made pattering noises on the rough wooden floor. A bookshelf jutting into the room separated the 'living area' from the kitchen, or what had once been intended as a kitchen. Nina's priorities were clear to see here, there was a melting pot on the gas cooker, no sign of a pot or pan, and in the adjacent small sink was a small pile of washed out beakers, which presumably were not meant to be used for drinking.

At the sight of the glasses, Nat felt a slight tickle in her throat.
Nina owned exactly one glass. It was a beautiful glass, with a thick base and, incorporated in a crystal-like manner, a filigree pattern that seemed to rise up the glass. The light refracted in the glass like its own little work of art as Natasha filled it with the clear water and took a few greedy sips. Her thirst quenched, she placed it in an empty spot- admittedly, they were quite hard to find. All her joints struggled loudly as she began to stretch. Once more-now a little more sane-she looked around the little hut. "Nina?" Why she even called out the name aloud?, no idea. After all, without a secret passage to another room or cellar, it was pretty much impossible to miss another person in the hut. A secret passage? It would have been a real breach of style if Nina hadn't taken the trouble to create one here too, downright sloppy. "Nina?" she called out again.
She seemed to be alone, well. She briefly considered the likelihood that Nina had gone off again, not too unlikely, she had to admit. Nevertheless, she calmly began to inspect the contents of the tiny fridge, enough to survive, but not much to enjoy. Somewhat disappointed, she took out everything needed for a halfway enjoyable breakfast and began her solitary meal.

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The sun disappeared every now and then behind light, grey clouds as Natasha stepped in front of the heavy wooden door. The impossibly clear mountain air hit her in the face like an ice-cold, wet rag. "Nina?" Neither the vast forest, nor the still lake seemed to think it necessary to give her an answer.
Nat enjoyed the fresh air as she slowly followed the little trail around the hut, she hadn't come this way she knew, even if the dozens of trees so close together made almost every metre look the same; equally magical. After a few minutes she was already lost in the delicate tones of the forest, barely paying attention to her surroundings. She had stopped counting the various birds she heard softly in the trees. Here and there her small forest dwellers scurrying through the undergrowth had come towards her, but did not seem particularly interested in the new human.