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    Natasha, Tony, Clint, Steve. En route to an infiltration mission, they have to work around Natasha's migraine aura. Natasha & Tony, primarily.

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    Tony was silent for a long second. And then ... then he huffed, a rolling motion through his chest and along his arm, and she watched the thatch of his hair shake from side to side. He carefully detached his hand from hers, and tilted her face back into the light, very, very gently.

    "You win," he acknowledged, and the humour was real, she would swear on everything she had ever learned. Soft and ragged, and still real. "If 'winning' is what you call it, anyway."

    Natasha blinked, a little, and felt tension she had thought was purely the migraine fade out of her shoulders and her brow. Felt something melt that she hadn't been aware was frozen. She let her head tip easier into his hand, and found a careful smile. "Not the right word," she agreed, with a vague curve of her mouth. "Though ... maybe closer than we think."

    He laughed, one hand curling gently under her head to steady her, tangling a little in her hair. "Well, winning is surviving," he noted, brushing the pad one last time over her left cheek. Then leaned back, trying to distance himself some. "Though, I kinda have to say. That was a bit more ... That was a little personal, for you. What gives, Romanov?"

    She smirked, let it crease her eyes, testing the quality of his work by feel. Well, that was a useful side benefit, anyway. A smile should always serve more than one purpose, she thought.

    "The last time our positions were reversed," she said gently, "you asked me what to do with your last days." She shook her head, let her smile turn a touch more real, and a touch less bright. "Perhaps I thought this the right time to repay that debt."

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