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[kick_ass_curls]

I'm not getting out of bed.

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[heavy_metal]

"What's got the big bad spy wanting to cower in bed?" Tony's just going to walk on by, and shove his nose where it's clearly not going to be wanted.

[recruited]

Does SHIELD allocate days for times like this?

[fearthepackingchips]

Aww, c'mon. But the sun's shining, the birds are singing...Wake up and smell the mayhem!

[...okay, maybe he shouldn't be in here but whatever. Hi Nat!]

Also I think you have to. Nobody else can keep Stark in line when he's all. Science-y. I think he might be trying to flirt with the toaster.

You sure that wasn't us?

...90 percent sure.

[bequeathal]

might I suggest a cup of tea, Miss Romanov?

[ A blue and silver Mark suit is exactly what you wanted to see this morning, wasn't it? Sure it was. ]

[kick_ass_curls]

Or needed, thank you very much.

"I'm sick." Which..doesn't happen to her usually. It's worrisome.

[kick_ass_curls]

"Nope." Tasha says matter of factly. "But I think I've earned it."

XD

[kick_ass_curls]

Not. Cool.

"You have 5 seconds to get out of my room or I'll make you eat that toaster."

[kick_ass_curls]

She could have seen worse.

"Coffee would be better, thanks."

[bequeathal]

As you wish. Preparation time estimated: 5 minutes.

Shall I cancel scheduled arrangements for you today?

[ Good point. Tell uncle JARVIS all about it, Tasha. Or, you know, just tell him to go away. Conveniences of being a command system and AI. ]

/bounces?

[fearthepackingchips]

Well that's not nice. I'm allergic to toasters. They make me light up like a Christmas tree.

And you know you'd hafta get out of bed to make me eat it, right?

[Nooope he's not leaving. Sorry. You might not try to kill him this way!]

[heavy_metal]

"I have some of the best chicken soup flown in just for the occasion then," Tony says, and he might actually concerned about her well-being. "Or we can kidnap that Dr.Oz guy."

[recruited]

[ Steve's spot from the doorway is adequate. Plus these are her quarters. He's not one to enter unless he's given permission to do so. Which is why he's leaning against her door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. ] I would imagine so. You do a lot of work around here.

[kick_ass_curls]

More work than most people realize. But that's her job; to be unseen and undetectable. "Everybody's got to pull their weight, Cap."

[kick_ass_curls]

"Not that kind of sick." She's not sneezing, or coughing. She's just...so damned tired.

"I don't...I don't think this is a Dr. Oz situation. I can't go to medical." If she can get out of bed, that is.

[kick_ass_curls]

She's not used to a 'computer' being this helpful. Usually she has to make them be helpful.

"Um...no. I just need a minute. It was a long night. Thank you, JARVIS." She doesn't elaborate, but she doesn't look happy, either. Long night is an understatement.

[bequeathal]

[ Compliments of yours truly (aka, Tony Stark). He could count the amount of times he has heard about (a wide variety of) long nights but that would take a very long time. Let's not go there. ]

As you command, Madam. Should anything arise, it is no trouble.

[ No presh from the J, Nat. ]

[kick_ass_curls]

She's not in the mood to play the blame game, but Tasha would blame Tony for the difficulty. He always makes things difficult, especially on missions.

"Tasha." She corrects JARVIS with a smile. "I know that might be strange for you but someone calling me Madam is weird for me." And that is another long story. Aren't they all?

[bequeathal]

[ It was incredibly weird - conflicting, rather, to his normal syntax. But he was command based, primarily, and so the correction would be acknowledged. ]

Apologies, Tasha. Your coffee should be ready, shall I send it in?

[heavy_metal]

"Is it a Dr. Ruth or Dr. Phil situation?" Tony asks, and he's not sure if he wants to know if it's the former. "I'll just have a big tub of chocolate ice cream flown in. Do you want gummy bears to go with that?"

[kick_ass_curls]

Tasha blinks in confusion, at a lose for words for a moment. "Why are you being so nice to me?" She asks finally. "What do you want?"

[kick_ass_curls]

She's aware, but he's AI, isn't he? He can learn. He learned to deal with all the other insanity around here, after all.

"Thank you, JARVIS. That would be great."

:)

[kick_ass_curls]

Tasha covers her head with a pillow, counting to ten in clipped Russian. She doesn't want to have to make him eat the toaster; she just wants some peace and quiet.

"We all have to make sacrifices, Wilson. It's called being an adult."

[fearthepackingchips]

Well who'd want to be one of THOSE? I hear it's lame and boring.

That doesn't even make sense anyway. Hey, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were just trying to get rid of me or something.

[He frowns, shoulders dropping; it can't be that. Right? Right. It was the OTHER Widow who took his head off. Not the redhead.]

[kick_ass_curls]

"Oh, God. Why would I possibly want that?" Natasha removed the pillow from her face, considering pulling the gun she keeps hidden in there out, but she knows shooting Wilson won't do a damn bit of good. It'll just be messy and she likes her room clean.

"Isn't there someone else you can bother?"