Natasha had always had boundaries from his trauma, and sometimes it was easy to forget. You and Natasha were laying on the couch, watching a movie. Your hand was resting on her lower stomach underneath her shirt, and you slid your hand up absentmindedly, stopping it just on her ribcage. You didn't even have time to realize your mistake before she quickly pulled away and backed up. "God- fuck. I told you not to touch my goddamn ribs!" she said in a shaky voice