Who: Natasha and OPEN When: Saturday night Where: Her room Why: Night terrors What: She wakes up and goes for a walk Status: Open/On-going Ratings: TBD
She twisted in those sheets. Sweat beaded down her face and neck. Suddenly her eyes came open. She made sure not to make a sound as to not wake Peggy up, that was the last thing she wanted to do. Her frame slipped out that bed and soon into the halls. Her hand coming to grab a towel before leaving that she used to clean off her face and neck. She didn't wear much to sleep, in fact, they were lucky she wore anything at all for that matter.
Still, she came to her usual spot. The observation deck. Her frame stopped to look out into the vast nothing that was out there. In a sense she wanted something to happen, anything to get her back in action. The incident from a few weeks ago didn't satisfy the fighter in her. But for now, she had to settle for this... Peaceful living while it lasted. It would be better if she had Clint with her. Least understood her, whens he got like this. The few that were here that she knew, didn't understand.
They didn't know what it meant when Natasha would pull back into herself. How dangerous it was. And yet, here she was. Pushing those she cared for away from her. A default method she'd done when things were out of her control. And this ship had made sure to put her through a loop. First with Barnes, then Steve, Tony, and Bruce. But Coulson as what pushed her over the edge. He was alive, and Fury didn't say anything.