queenofweapons:

nefariouslywhitney:

[ Damned blood-loss. Now her hands and feet felt strange and her head was dizzy ]

It’s a terrible couch, Natasha… Did you let Potts decorate? Not a good idea…

I think I should give you something to drink, that way you’ll go to sleep and I’ll have some peace. 

^{[ Nat leaned forwards to take the blanket from the back of the couch and place it closer to Whitney. ]}

Seriously, you should get some rest.

I can’t sleep here, are you crazy??