Natasha was walking through the halls, nightmares keeping her from falling asleep. She limped slightly into Clint's room to see him, curled up in his bed. She pursed her lips, he was scared. When the worry of her passed, his own nightmares about Loki sprung up. She lifted his blankets up and climbed into the bed behind him. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder and kissed his skin. She rested her cheek on his shoulder. She sighed and looked up at his face, "How are you?" She asked quietly.