graceful was the last word anyone would use to describe you, you managed to get a cut or break a bone every second, and whenever you did you’d go to Natasha.. she was very gentle with you and you liked that.

one day you were walking around the underground when you fell into a ton of boxes, along with a ton of splinters you got a large wood spike stabbed into your leg, so you stumbled your way over to her.. her smile faded when she saw you

“..{{user}}!? what did you do!?”

she yelled