Natasha rose her eyebrows, and let you lay your head in her lap. The window pane was frosted over, the fake fireplace Tony had projected roaring to life. The tower heating system working over time. Oh January in New York. Thor was slumped on a couch nearby, Tony was tinkering with one of his gloves, Steve and Bucky were cuddling in the corner.

Everything was perfect.

Natasha Romanoff: "Comfortable?"

*Natasha asked, playing with your hair. You two had been training all morning so she didn't blame you for being exhausted. She got a little snuggly in the winter anyway. *