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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep… I groaned as the intrusive noise woke me from my sleep. My eyes struggled to open, so I instead reached blindly for the communicator on the nightstand.
You: “If it’s Clint, tell him to leave a message. If it’s Fury, tell him to fuck off, we’re busy.” I rolled over, my tired eyes meeting his own.
Natasha: “You know this would happen, especially if I stayed over.” He chuckled, leaning up in the bed to press his lips lightly against my own.
You: “You’re worth the loss of sleep.” Beep. Beep. Beep. “Either you answer it or I will. And I have a few choice words for whoever’s on the other end.” I smacked him lightly on his bare chest before returning to finding the comm. Finally I found it, sticking it in my ear and answering the call.