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Sleep was almost a treat for Natasha, one she denied herself for as long as possible. Her mind was freer in sleep, less controllable and all the things she didn't want to think about could do pretty much as they pleased. Memories real or planted, fears, and bitter truths. All reasons she seemed to always remain just on the edge, the fringes of those around her, though she of course didn't try to draw attention to her habits, and didn't completely separate herself by speaking up when she had something to say, and being a team player when situations called for it.
Luckily the usual Stark Tower inhabitants were not nightly wanders, which left the private floors high above the city that the Avengers called home free for her roaming needs. Her excuse if one of her comrades happened upon her was security patrol, which really wasn't a necessary thing and so far, since they had all come to dwell under one roof, she hadn't had to use that cover yet.
But there was a first time for everything.
Everyone has limits, and Natasha Romanoff, despite her physical alterations, was not immune to that fact. Her limit for lack of sleep was about a week, five to seven days, and then it became a war of wills between herself and her body. Tonight she was struggling, which had led her to the kitchen, and a bottle of vodka she had tucked away there. Not bothering with a glass, she tipped the bottle back and let the clear, burning liquid go down her throat, the furthest thing from her mind being one of their temporary guests finding her out of everyone presently at the Tower.
