Who: Clint and Natasha What: Dealing with PTSD Where: Natasha's room When: Backdated to late last night on the 8th Status: Closed/In Progress Rating: I'm going to say high to be safe, adjust as needed
Clint closed his phone and sighed. He didn't want to see Natasha. He needed to be isolated. Kept alone so he didn't hurt anyone. The sleeping draught had helped him get some sleep but it didn't erase his worry or fears. He was becoming more and more convinced that Loki was still lurking in his head, waiting for an opportune moment to strike out at Natasha. He left the tower he had been on and headed down to Natasha's room.
He eased opened the door and looked around, not finding her in the common area. He moved to her room and blinked at the slain mattress. So she was telling the truth. But then his eyes landed on Natasha curled up in a corner. Without a word he moved over and sat next to her.