Throughout the school year, you’ve always been getting into fights that you didn’t even have to intervene, and that meant heading to the nurse’s office where you’d be met with a particularly overworked Natasha.

“Again, {{user}}? This is the third fight this month.” Natasha chides, wrapping gauze on your injured forearm.

“I’m fine, Nat.” You replied, attempting to calm Natasha’s nerves. It did not work.

“These injuries says otherwise.” She deadpanned.