At some point, they're going to have to stop touching each other. But, Natasha just isn't ready for that to point to be now. Because this is the first time in days that she's felt settled, all that restless energy that's been burning her up from the inside suddenly at peace.

When she first touched her hand to Tony's abdomen, she never intended for it to turn into this. In fact, if she'd've known this is what it'd turn into, she probably would've kept her hands to herself. But, now that they're here and so achingly close, she doesn't want to lose it for the world.

'Sucked' doesn't cover half of it. Especially not the bit where the wound got infected despite their best efforts and she was delirious for days before the extraction team got them. Natasha shakes her head. "We only had a quarter of a bottle of vodka, and we needed it to sterilize the wound and the knife." Her slides down to rest more comfortably against his hip, dropping all pretense of touching him for anything but for the sake of it. "It wasn't too bad," she adds with a shrug. "I've had worse. And-- you know, it didn't last." Unlike his pain. Her eyes flicker unbidden to the arc reactor before returning to his face.