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"Why do you look like that?" She furrowed her brows and sat down across from me. I mirrored her expression and gazed at her with confusion. "Good morning to you too Natasha-"

"No- I mean- you look like...unwell." she answered defensively. "Unwell? I'm fine, I'm taking that as an insult."

"You look grey though, you're probably dying-" she chuckled to herself. "I think you're colourblind. I'm not dying you're just delusional-" I snapped back.

"Mhm, you looked in the mirror recently?" "Okay I'm starting to think you're straight up trying to insult m-"

"Hey guys- Y/n?" Wanda interrupted and sat herself right next to me. She brought her hand up to my head and raised her brows.

"Oh my god- you have a temperature-" she said with so much enthusiasm. "No shit otherwise I would be dead." I glanced over and gave Natasha a glare.

"You should go back to bed, I think yo-" "Sh. No. Wanda I don't need your little advice right now Im not 'sick' or whatever."

"Do you feel hot at all?" She carried on, causing me to roll my eyes at her. "I swear to fucking god I'm fine, now go away or shut up." I replied.

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It's been about an hour now and I've just awoken from my nap. Let's just say I don't feel so good. (Mr Stark I don't feel so good aheuielekelekekej sry.)

I groaned as I sat up on the couch, instantly lying back down and sighing. I decide to go back to my room, mainly because I feel like I could puke my guts out at any second now.

Once I got to the bathroom I dropped to my knees and felt an instant release. They weren't kidding when they said I looked unwell.

Once I finally stopped I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. I dropped onto my bed and sighed again.

There was a light knock on my door, making my head spin 10x more. I'm not in the mood for people.

"What?" I asked still lying on my bed. Without another answer I was greeted by Natasha walking into my room with a smirk, and sitting down at the foot of my bed.

"I hate to be the one to say 'I told you so.' But...." I rolled my eyes at her and buried my face into my pillow.

"What do you want-" I groaned. "Wanda told me to see if you weren't dying or anything." She answered.

"Oh so because Wanda told you? You don't actually want to see me and check if I'm dying?" I questioned with a chuckle.

"Only if you're dying." She chuckled back. I suddenly had another urge. I ran to the bathroom and did my business once again.

When I came out I felt a little better now that it was all out. "I'll probably catch whatever disease you have right now if I stay any longer."

"I probably caught it from you." I smirked lying back down on my bed. She picked up one of my pillows and threw it at me.

"Ow- I'm sick you can't do that to me!" I stated dramatically. "I'll do what I want. Also that didn't hurt-" she replied.

"Mhm it did. Made my head hurt even more-" "you aren't even sick anymore, you're such an attention seeker" she chuckled.

I groaned at her, feeling my head get heavy again. "Call Wanda." I ordered. "Excuse me? What are you the boss now? Why do you need Wanda, she sent me here to-"

"Cause I'm thirsty and you probably won't get me a drink." I interrupted. "I'll get you bleach?" She said rolling her shoulders.

"You know what? Sure. Get me some of that, add some ice to it while you're at it." I joked. She got up and sighed. "Let me guess, juice or something?"

"Hm? Oh you're actually going to do something nice for me? Wow didn't see that coming-" I chuckled. She kept a stern gaze towards me so I thought for a second before answering.

"Hot chocolate." She nodded and left to the kitchen.

When she returned I didn't really feel like drinking it to be honest. She placed the mug on my bedside table and handed me a plate.

"Ew what's this?" I questioned. She furrowed her brows at me and sat down next to me. "What does it look like, dumb fuck. Peanut butter sandwich cause you haven't eaten."

"I'm not hungry or thirsty anymore-" I said handing her the plate and grabbing my blanket. "You're kidding."

"No, eat this or you'll be even sicker." She said handing me the plate again. "I don't want it I'm sick-" I whined.

"Just eat one, or I'm calling Wanda and she'll give you a whole speech about why you should eat." I thought for a second, before picking up a sandwich and eating it.

Once I ate half of it I placed the plate back on the table and groaned. "What is it now?" She questioned with annoyance.

"I'm sick." I whined. "No shit-" she chuckled before realising that I wasn't in the mood for a laugh.

Her realisation didn't stop her from annoying the shit out of me though. "Are you not in a silly goofy mood?" I smiled at her sentence, she knew that sentence always made me laugh for no reason.

"No- I'm sick-" I repeat again. She sighed again and thought for a minute. "I'm cold." I whined. "Wrap the blanket around yourself then, dumbass-" she answered.

"I have! I'm still cold though." I wrapped my arms around myself and pulled the blanket tighter. "Maybe you should carry around one of those portable heater things so you can plug it in wherever you want and you can-"

"Natashaaaa- shut upppp-" I groaned again. "I'm just suggesting. Do you want me to call Wanda? She probably has a solution."

"No, I don't want Wanda-" I groan. "Also, you didn't drink the hot chocolate i so gratefully made for you-"

"Yeah- I wasn't feeling it." I answer. "'Wasn't feeling it?' The hells that supposed to mean?" She questioned with confusion.

"It means be quiet or I'm kicking you out of my room." I said re adjusting the blanket. "Ooh- scary-" she chuckled.

"Go to sleep. You're moody." She said messing up my hair. "No I'm not moody I'm just ill-" I argued.

"And I'm cold. I'm so cold I feel like all the blood and water in my body could start to freeze- and then give me frostbites and die."

"What do you want me to do about it?" She questioned with all seriousness. "Hm- hug me-"

"No. You're I'll and I don't want to catch the 'y/n disease''"

"Well you've stayed with me for an hour so you probably already have it. Before she could argue anymore I moved closer to her and wrapped myself around her.

"I'm going to die if you don't let me breathe-" she over exaggerated. "No shit, that's typically how it works-" my voice was muffled since my face was buried into her chest.

"I'm still cold-" I whined. "What more do you want? You have me." She said with offence to her voice.

"No I have you. You're just lying there while I do all the work and hug you-" I I answer. I look up to see her staring down at me.

I think it's probably a Natasha Romanoff thing, since she never really likes showing people that she gives a shit about them. But it's re assuring to know that she hasn't kicked me off the bed yet.

I loosened my grip around her and grabbed onto her arms. I wrapped her arms around me, and then went back to hugging her.

She just sat there for a second, as her arms hung loosely around me. "This is only because you're sick-" she sighed before giving me a genuine hug and slowly rubbing my back.

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A/N

My dog just barked at me what. Anyway hi just wanted to say thanks for like 20k reads that's cool. Also I love reading everyone's comments idk they're rlly entertaining. I had a scary day I want to die but I hope everyone's good. Also s5 of dynasty is like out idk how to feel I hope no one dies this time. Jk I fucking hate Adam hope he dies.

-Mim