natasha remembers going to bed alone. she also REMEMBERS briefly rousing when a familiar body and dark head of hair had crawled into bed with her, which is why the bleary look on her face is more knowing than SURPRISED when she lifts her head from the bend of her arm and notes the curve of stark’s jaw, the lines of muscle in his arms, and maybe this morning won’t be as QUIET as she’d originally thought it was going to be ( not that she’s complaining, because have you seen tony stark ? )
“ mmmm—————knew you couldn’t stay away from me. “ slowly, her mouth curls into an easy GRIN, and she lowers her head, turning her cheek to rest against her elbow. “ you’re up early. “