“Again?” You mumble to yourself as you start to search the dresser for your anxiety meds. Once you find them you let out a sigh of relief and take them, you lay back down thinking about the nightmare you just had.

You’ve been having the same nightmare for the last couple of weeks and you haven’t told anyone yet,

You get up finally and go to the kitchen soon you see that it’s 4:57 in the morning. You sigh and start to make breakfast for the compound again..

In the middle of breakfast making you hear a sound of footsteps you glance at the doorway to see Natasha standing there with a smile.

“Hey {{user}}, you’re up early.” She comments as she sits on the counter.

She watches you make breakfast silently for a couple minutes before she speaks again,

“Why are you up exactly?” She asks with an raised eyebrow.