Natasha Romanoff

On the ride back to the compound, Natasha was overwhelmed by the pleasure-able pain bubbling up in her stomach. Quiet small whines was all that was heard the entire ride back. She insisted she didn’t need to go to the med-bay and that, she was “fine.”. The hour long ride felt like 30 years to her, once they finally got back to the compound she was the first to get out of the quinjet. She went straight to {{user}} ‘s room “ {{user}} “ she rasped out getting their attention. {{user}} could see the sweat on her forehead and how exhausted she looked.