a/n: So much fluff. Also if you haven't seen Red and Red2 go do it now. Go on.

Raven was yawning before she even finished changing her clothes. It was to be expected given the amount of pain killers she was on, but she didn't want to miss the opportunity to watch the movie with Clint.

By the time she reached the lounge, Clint was already there with beer and a bowl of popcorn. He looked over when he heard her walk in the room and smiled. "What do you want to watch?"

She shrugged her good shoulder as she snatched the blanket off the back of the chair and moved over to the couch to sit next to Clint. "Something I don't have to think about. Explosions would be good."

"Your wish is my command." He flipped through the choices until he came to Red.

"I love this movie," Raven said as she tried to fix the blanket with her one good hand. Obviously realizing her predicament, Clint helped her spread it out over her legs.

She sipped at her beer, occasionally holding it in her bad hand to get a handful of popcorn. They weren't even a half hour into the movie before her eyelids started drifting shut.

***

Clint had been keeping one eye on Raven, knowing she'd had a long day and was undoubtedly doped up on painkillers. It didn't take long for her eyes to start drifting shut for longer and longer periods of time.

"Hey," he said softly and she turned to look at him. "You want me to escort you back to your room?"

She shook her head. "I don't really want to be alone right now." She said it so low, he wouldn't have caught it if he hadn't been listening for her response.

He smiled at her. "Then lay down. I'll get you back to your room later."

She nodded and went to lay with her head on the other end of the couch. He saw the moment she realized she would have to lay on her bad shoulder to lay that way. She sat back up.

"I've been told I'm pretty comfortable to cuddle with," he said. He smiled again when her cheeks flushed pink. "Come on," he added and patted his lap. "I'll be on my best behavior. Promise."

Finally, she nodded and leaned in his direction. She laid her head on his lap, her hand under her cheek. She sighed and smiled a little as she settled and got comfortable. His eyes continued to move between her and the screen. After a couple of minutes he started to run his fingers through her hair. When she didn't complain, he continued. She was asleep by the time Marvin got the pig. And he'd joined her, his head leaning against the back of the couch, before the film ended.

***

"Guess you didn't do it on purpose," a familiar voice next to his ear had him jerking awake.

"What was your first clue?" he said as he looked over at Nat. Her admitting she was wrong was as close as he was going to get to an apology. He ran a hand down his face and blinked his eyes trying to wake up. "What time is it?"

"Eleven." She climbed into a nearby chair and perched herself on the back of it. "How is she doing?"

Clint shrugged. "She didn't make it long before she crashed out. I'm assuming she's still pretty doped up. You know they always give you the good stuff the first day."

"You need help getting her to her room?"

"No. I got it. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon for training. I'm taking the morning off."

Natasha nodded before climbing off the chair and giving him a little wave. "See you tomorrow, Barton."

Clint looked down at the assassin sleeping peacefully with her head in his lap and smiled. He used two fingers to brush the hair off her face. "Wake up, little bird."

"Don't wanna," she grumbled.

He nudged her gently in the back. "Come on, Sterling. Let's get you to your bed. It's got to be more comfortable than this."

She groaned but started to push herself up. He helped brace her and move her to a sitting position. "Sorry I fell asleep on you."

"If I minded, I wouldn't have offered." He stood and stretched before holding out a hand to her. She took it and he helped her to her feet, frowning when she wove unsteadily. "All right, that's not going to work," he said before scooping her up to carry her bridal style. He made sure her bad shoulder wasn't the one resting against him.

He had been prepared for her to argue or pitch a fit but she surprised him by leaning her head against his chest. "Thanks, archer," she said with a yawn.

"No problem, little bird. Let's get you to bed." He carried her down the hall to the elevator and pressed the button for her floor. When they reached her door, he stood her on her feet so she could open the door, but kept a hand wrapped around her waist to keep her steady.

He helped her inside and she immediately climbed up on the bed and laid down. He chuckled a little and moved over to at least take off her shoes. "Do you want me to get Nat to help you change?"

She shook her head. "Too tired." She rolled onto her uninjured side and brought her knees up closer to her chest.

"Good night, Raven," Clint said softly after watching her for a moment. He started to back out of the room but her soft voice stopped him.

"Clint," she said and turned slightly so she could see him.

"Yeah?"

"Would you stay, just for a little bit?"

He studied her for a moment, surprised she would ask.

She must have mistook his hesitation for reluctance because she launched into an explanation. "It's just that I'm not used to sleeping with my back to the room and the meds have my brain foggy and—"

He cut her off by stepping fully into the room and shutting the door. "You don't have to explain, little bird. I'm just surprised you asked is all. Scoot over a bit."

She moved closer to the wall to make room for him and he slid in behind her after taking off his shoes. He laid a hand on her waist, taking care to not injure her further. A sigh escaped her as she snuggled deeper into the bed.

"Go to sleep, Raven. I've got you."