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[souffle_girlek]

Clara Oswald feels that the correct number of times you should wake up in a bed you don't remember getting into, provided there isn't an outrageous party the night before, should be zero.

Tragically, she realizes, as she stares up at the ceiling blearily, she's up to two. Honestly. This is a sign she has a problem.

And then she hears the low hum of voices in the other room, and realizes she may have an even bigger problem than unfamiliar beds. After a quick check of her surroundings (clothes: on, complete lack of jammie dodgers, no kids, no cybermen, planet not blown up, still wearing space Roman jewelry) she decides it's time to sort out the mystery of why she's in bed without explanation this time. At least she won't have to go far to ask.

Perhaps the two SHIELD agents could be polite and pretend she was kinda sneaky as she peers around the doorframe?

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[hasthehighground]

Clint nods, taking the plates. He can wash them while Natasha gets ready.

"Then let's meet downstairs in fifteen," he says. He remembers, right before turning on the sink -- "You'll probably want to take the opportunity to use the restroom before we go," he says. "Battle's not really the time to realize you should've gone earlier."

[souffle_girlek]

Various emotions war for supremacy in her expression - disbelief, consternation, bemusement, terror, relief - before she gives up entirely and does an about face to scurry back to the room she woke up in.

Does he know how much that made him sound like some sort of bizarre school teacher?

She's never going to find out, because she's not going to tell him.

[redintheledger]

Natasha does not, for the record, laugh at Clara's expression. Or giggle. She might, however, smile. Just a little. Once Clara's back is turned.

"Meet you downstairs in fifteen."