It Wasn't Okay, Not For Me 2

Chapter 12

This chapter is dedicated to MyNetworkatHomeSucks . Thanks, Cynthia for the cover on top.

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Natasha's POV:

I had the same nightmare again.

I couldn't sleep properly after that. At around 12pm, I woke up for the third time this morning. I started squinting as the sunlight came directly through the curtains to my eyes. When I had adjusted to the light, I realized Bruce was sitting on end of the bed, facing towards the door and was scrolling through his phone, probably checking out if Wanda managed to pull out more pictures of us together in "Busted!". I sat up and put my arms around him from behind and gave him a kiss on his left cheek.

"Good morning" I greeted him.

"Good afternoon" he replied, putting away his phone.

"Wait, what? What time is it?" I was pretty sure that I couldn't have that long.

"Almost 12, sleepyhead."

"You should've awoken me." I said.

"I couldn't. You looked too comfortable and cute." he replied with a smile.

"I know I'm cute, but I wasn't so comfortable, not after I had that nightmare again." I sighed.

"Forget it," he said and I raised my eyebrows and looked at him, "and guess what? I made breakfast."

With that, he handed me a cup of coffee, and said, "So, uh... after finishing this, go brush your teeth, and then come down for breakfast, okay?"

"Hmm." I replied as I took a sip of the piping hot coffee as he left the room.

I really wanted to ask him if I look like a 5 year old to him for telling me to brush my teeth. But I wasn't in a mood to start a conversation just after waking up.

After finishing my coffee, I took a warm, quick shower. I was excited to see what breakfast he had prepared for us.

I walked down the stairs with a smile on my face. But just as I saw the breakfast on the table, my smile turned upside down.

"That's the breakfast you were talking about?" I asked with a frown on my face.

"Yeah. Why? Don't you like bread and jam? And orange juice?" He stopped smiling when he saw my frown.

"You could've brought some breakfast from McDonalds?" I really didn't like bread and jam for breakfast.

"Oh. Well, what do you want then?" I  could see he was a little sad. I shouldn't have said that.

"Uh... Pancakes? That could work."

Bruce walks into the kitchen and I trail behind him. He took some bowls and a pancake mix. He got really concentrated into making the pancakes. His eyes were looking through the instructions on the pancake mix as his hands did the work. He had a slight pout on his face. I found that really cute.

It took him a few minutes to make the batter for pancakes. And then he started frying them up. I was standing beside the counter, watching him make the pancakes with that pout. God, he really looked so adorable.

He needed the spatula behind me. He was supposed to look at that, but his gaze landed on me. I was kind of checking him out a bit shamelessly.

"Uh... could you pass the spatula?" he asked me. But as I wasn't paying attention, I didn't hear him.

"Nat?"

"Huh? What? What were you saying?" I was pretty disorientated, you could say.

"Could you pass the spatula please? That one right there?" he repeated his question and then pointed towards it. I turned around to grab the spatula when he continued.