queenofweapons:

Don’t talk like that about Pepper. She’s great.

^{[ She sighed, taking the tablet she always had on her bedside table and going to sit in the armchair in one of the room’s corners. Nat simply hummed softly at her thanks, a small smile forming on her lips. ]}

Of course she is… [ Whitney grumbled, shutting her eyes and pulling the blankets over her up to her neck. Damn blood loss, always made you cold… ]

‘night.