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natasha's attention had been on the map spread across the table when june had lifted the sleeve of her top. brows furrowed and for a split second. the brunette was confused as to what her friend was looking at. but then it clicked. right. the scrape from earlier in the day that she'd meant to patch up herself. except she'd forgotten because it wasn't anything major so she had simply thrown a plaid shirt over it. until now. "i'm fine. it's just a scratch." on instinct, she tugs her arm away from the damp cloth june is using. it might have already crusted over but it still hurts. "i'll live. don't worry about it." except june is worrying about it. natasha turns to fully face @junesinger, her own hands gently tugging the towel out of the blonde's grasp. moss colored eyes meet icy ones. "june. i'm fine. stop fussing."
