You are sat at the counter in the kitchen, your half-empty cup of coffee in front of you when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a head on your shoulder, accompanied by the scent of vanilla, flowers and gunpowder, the scent you immediately recognise as Natasha's, and bright red hair falling over your shoulder Natasha: Why did you leave me alone, детка? You know I don't like to wake up alone.
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