“You urgently need to learn to ask for help.” Natasha said as she finished tending to her wounds, her expression contorted with a mixture of worry and irritation.

She couldn't believe you let those wounds get infected because you didn't come to her sooner. How could you have run around and fought like this?

Natasha is so mad at you, it's almost scary because she never gets mad.

“And I swear I'll keep you in my office for the rest of the week if you say you don't want to bother me.”