SATURDAY NIGHT / o, exhausted/passing out

COLD NOSTALGIA ✧ Natasha — Snowbound — Warrior

Natasha had seen Stark stumbling around the territory, which had been responded to with a raise of her brow. She had decided to follow him towards the lake, a somewhat concerned look on her facial features. She would perk up her ears when she had heard Stark speak. Steve Grant Rogers. She knew that name. Steve. One of her friends from the previous world she was in. Nat would poke the male in the side, attempting to wake him up.

"Hey, Stark. Wake up, yeah? It's too cold out here to take a nap."

© madi