natasharomanoff-su:
The tremble of Natasha’s hands was discrete, but it was there. After knocking on Danny’s door, she couldn’t help but feel relief washing over her as she saw his familiar face.
“I need a drink, do you want to come?”
@theircnfist
It had been a pretty long night for Danny before he heard the knock at the door. He didn’t get much rest as usual anyway, sometimes he found more peace and restoration in training than laying in a bed for eight hours. How unhealthy that was never crossed his mind, though. He rolled out of his bed, finding his way to the front door through the darkness. Daniel opened the door, peeking out to see Natasha. He opened the door wider, smiling at the familiar face. “A drink? Yeah! Yeah, of course. Let me put on a jacket.” And a shirt for that matter. He came back to the front door with a jacket on, stepping outside. “Where to?”
