@thedeafavenger
“Nooooo, don’t!” Nadia groaned when Clint held out the raw steaks so she could pick which one she wanted. She had to look away before she hurled. Again. Fuck morning sickness. “Just-- You pick. Whichever one you don’t want, I’ll eat." At least she already liked her steaks cooked to medium or medium well, thought the woman from her perch on the counter.












