"It’s a little tough hm? To carry so much responsibility…" she let her phone drop down into the ocean. "Sometimes you have to let go"

"Keep it, you look like you need it more" she chuckles lightly and hands him her sweater. "You‘re a little wet." She smirks but then looks at him with a serious face. "Are you injured? Headache? Sick?"

"You‘re not okay. Put on the dry sweater. Sorry I lost sight of you." She felt a little bad, he‘s to young for this. "Wait here I’ll be right back" she demanded and disappeared for a moment.

Natasha returned with a hot tea and a towel. "Drink the tea and here…" she puts the towel around his shoulders. "Get warm."

"Don’t be. You’re too young to know everything. Just don’t tell stark. He won’t let you out of sight ever again." She gently put a hand on his forehead. "You have a light temperature change…" she mumbled and then inspected his head carefully, looking for any open wounds.

She grabbed a first aid kit and started to tend his wounds. "Stay here for the night, or longer if you want. I‘ll take care of you." She doesn’t want him to be alone in any way, she‘s clearly worried already.

"You can cry. I sometimes cry too." She opened up to him and tried to be more careful. "It might burn a little" she said while disinfecting the wound and patching it up with bandages.

"No one’s perfect, especially in your age. You don’t have to compare yourself to anyone or feel like you need to impress us." She finished patching him up. "You‘re how old? 15? You should go to school and worry about grades and not bad guys."

"You should be able to grief, not fight one after another." She gently touches his forehead again. "Try to sleep, I stay here okay? I‘m gonna watch over you…“

Gently caressing his head with her other hand, she closes her eyes for a moment. Taking some deep breathes while waiting for him to fall asleep. She‘ll do anything to keep this boy safe.

// sitting in class and instead of doing school stuff I try and make a new header 🥹

She doze a little but was also on guard if anything might happen. They both needed a little sleep.

// i have the urge to write young Tasha 🥹

Mini me follow her <3

// i don’t get a notify if people follow me wtf

// i feel miserable 🫠

"You and I remember Budapest very differently." Clint Barton, Hawkeye. ( ❤️ + 🔄 )