Soup for the Sick

Sick Clintasha: requested on tumblr as a prompt. "What's the matter Nat?" He asks groggily tightening his arms around her. "Just get the hell off me." She says. "Okay?" Clint asks removing his arms slowly, Natasha rolled over on her back and puts a hand to her head and takes a breath. "Babe, are you alright-" "Damn it Clint don't call me that?" Natasha says in more of a question .