Five

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"So, what you're asking is..if I'll help you move your couch?" Natasha raised an eyebrow at the other woman, a smile creeping its way onto her face.

Maria sighed, running a hand through her hair, which she decided to wear down for once,"No..No, I'm simply asking you to assist me in moving it. Not that I couldn't do it myself. It would just be easier if you helped me, you know?" Maria bit her lip, and Natasha had to stop herself from laughing,"Okay, fine. I need you to help me move my fucking couch, Nat."

"That's what I thought," the Russian grabbed one side of the couch,"Alright, let's get this over with so that we can lay in bed and make out like horny teenagers."

Maria glared at her at that comment,"Yes, let's please get this over with so you can leave more marks on my neck," She had already used most of her concealer trying to cover them up, and she had to wear a turtleneck the other day because they just would not go the fuck away.

"You know you love it, Hill."

Maria just picked up her side of the couch and began stepping backwards through the door of her old office. She didn't argue, and that was because Natasha was right. She did love it. They put the couch down so that Hill could shut the door and scan her fingerprint on the lock before continuing their mission.

"You know, you could have asked me sooner. I was wondering why you kept going back into your old office to lay on this damn thing, rather than unpacking the shit load of boxes in your new one."

Maria scoffed,"It's a very comfortable couch."

"Maybe I'll have to come test it out some time. See if it's really comfy or you're just constantly sleep deprived and could sleep anywhere."

"You're just as sleep deprived as me, Natasha."

"You do have a point," the redhead pretended to think before acting as if a brilliant idea had popped into her head,"I know! We can have Clint come test it out. All the man does is sleep."

Maria snorted,"Clint Barton will not be laying on my couch."

"Well, then, I guess you're out of luck. You'll just have to trust my judgement of your precious couch."

The elevator finally made it's way to the seventh floor, and the two women carried the couch down the corridor and into Maria's new office. When they got into the office, it was perfectly organized with no boxes in sight.

"What was that you said about not having my shit unpacked?" Maria smirked smugly.

"Wow, Hill. You unpacked everything and even left a space for the couch. I have to say, I'm rather impressed."

"Okay, now that we have this taken care of, we should get ready for your first mission," Maria smiled at Natasha as they placed the couch down.

"I guess we should. Don't we leave tomorrow at a time that's so early I don't even wanna know what it is?"

"It's not even that early. We only have to leave by five in the morning."

Natasha scoffed,"Not even that early? What the hell is wrong with you, Maria Hill?"

"I told you, it's just discipline," Maria laughed when Natasha playfully hit her arm.

"Again, I am full of discipline, Hill. I have more discipline in my pinky finger than you do in that entire beautiful body of yours."

An idea suddenly popped into Maria's head,"Maybe we should test that. Let's see if you're disciplined enough to not leave anymore hickeys on my neck, yes?"

The redhead gave Maria her best puppy eyes,"Not fair, Masha."

"I think it's perfectly fair, babe."

"Fine. If I can't leave hickeys, then you can't squeeze my ass."

"Woah, those are too completely different territories. Plus, you love it when I squeeze your ass. And, Natasha, I don't know if you've noticed, but you have a really squeezable ass."

"And you love it when I leave marks. I guess we'll have to see who breaks first," Natasha shrugged her shoulders.

Five days later.
Natasha and Maria had completed their mission. It wasn't too simple, but wasn't too hard either. They had completed it without leaving any lose threads. The only thing that went slightly wrong was that Natasha had been surrounded by ten guys and received a few good hits, but she was able to take all of them down on her own rather easily.

Maria had noticed that the redhead would not sit still on their way back to S.H.I.E.L.D. She turned to Natasha, scanning her body for injuries. She couldn't see any visible ones, but she knew there would probably be a few under her shirt.

"Let me check you for injuries, Tasha."

Natasha shook her head,"I'm fine."

Maria pressed on the Russian's ribs, and Natasha winced,"Sure you are. Unzip your suit, woman."

Nat finally complied, unzipping the top half of her suit and pulling her arms out. Maria could see some bruising forming around her ribs and chest, as well as some near some of her internal organs. Thankfully, Natasha was wearing a bra. Not that Maria wouldn't have been able to control herself if she hadn't been, but it still made things a lot easier.

"Lay down," Maria got up to grab a portable ultrasound as Natasha simply did as she was told.

She spread the cold, blue gel across Natasha's abdomen and began to search for any signs of internal bleeding or swelling.

"You know, Hill, I won't break as easily as you seem to think I wi-" Hill moved up to Natasha's ribs, adding barely any pressure, and the smaller woman's response told her that she definitely had at least one broken rib.

Maria wiped the gel off of Natasha's abdomen before putting everything away and returning to Natasha's side as Nat began to pull her suit back on.

Maria looked over to Natasha,"No internal bleeding or swelling, but you definitely have a broken rib or two. This is why you should have waited for me to get to the mark before throwing yourself into a dangerous situation."

Natasha rolled her eyes,"I made it out with barely any injuries, didn't I?"

"That's not the point, Nat. Today you made it out, but that won't be the case if you keep doing shit like that," Maria wasn't yelling at her, in fact the look in her eyes was a gentle one.

Maria was worried for her. She was scared Natasha had been seriously injured.

"Okay," Natasha nodded,"I'll be more careful in the future."

Maria placed a kiss on Natasha's head,"Thank you," she whispered into her ear.

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