Things have calmed down since their shared shower, and now they're both lying in bed together, Wanda's head on Natasha's chest, using her bare breasts as pillows.

Natasha rubs her girlfriend's back slowly, gently. Oftentimes, when she and her girlfriend are naked together, it leads to something fun, something sexual. Right now, at this hour, after such a long (but certainly enjoyable) day, there's nothing sexual about it. Right now, it's time to relax. There's no point in throwing on pajamas just to crawl into bed when the only other person you may see is your girlfriend who's already seen you naked a million times. This is just... nicer. More vulnerable. More real.

And, honestly, if she didn't have anything else planned for tonight, she would gladly fall asleep right here and now.

Unfortunately, she does have other plans, though they're not all that important, so instead of getting up to do them, she opts to ask her girlfriend instead. Maybe she won't want to do it. Maybe she'll just want to have an early night; to just go to sleep and start fresh in the morning. She wouldn't begrudge her for it.

"Wanda?"

"Mm?"

"Do you want to braid each other's hair?" she asks. "That was going to be my next thing – very cliche sleepover stuff, you know?"

Wanda's quiet for a moment.

"We don't have to," Natasha adds. "We can just put on a movie or something."

Wanda hums thoughtfully, and, after a long pause, she asks, "What time do we have to check out in the morning?"

"Ten o'clock," Natasha replies. She made sure she had this all figured out before she brought her here. She is nothing if not prepared.

"You want to do that in the morning?" Wanda asks. "I'm kinda worn out."

"We can definitely do it in the morning," Natasha assures her. "This is probably the earliest any sleepover has ever called it quits for the night, but I think we had a pretty productive one."

Wanda hums in agreement. "Me, too," she says.

"You got the remote?"

The TV remote, which Wanda very much did not have because it was on the TV stand halfway across the room, begins to glow a faint red, and it levitates its way over to them. Wanda hands it to her, and though Natasha wasn't necessarily asking for it, she's also not sure that her girlfriend is awake enough to pick a movie so she doesn't bother giving it back.

"Let's see what's on," she muses as she turns the TV on.

Unsurprisingly, it starts on a cute little "Welcome" channel, but Natasha already feels quite welcomed, so she clicks off of it. Then she finds herself on a news station – gross – and clicks off of that one, too. She flicks through quite a few channels, barely paying them any mind as she does. She doesn't want news; she doesn't want baseball; she doesn't want hockey; she doesn't want Phineas and Ferb–

Actually...

She'll keep that one in mind. At least it's funny, and the songs are always straight bangers. There are worse things to watch as they're falling asleep.

She flicks through a few movies that she's seen before, a few classic shows like Friends that she certainly doesn't dislike but that don't feel right, and then she finds...

Something.

She's not sure what it is.

Still, she's intrigued, if only because it has Ben Stiller and she kind of likes Ben Stiller. She opens the channel guide to get a glimpse of the name. It's a movie, apparently, and one that just began not too long ago: Tropic Thunder, it says; a movie from 2008. The summary sounds either really good or really bad, and she's kind of excited to find out which.

It doesn't take long for her to realize that it is, in fact, both really good and really bad. It takes a special level of talent to make a movie like this, and she is hooked.

In fact, she's so hooked that she doesn't even realize that Wanda's watching it, too. (And, in her defense, with how tired her girlfriend has been tonight, it feels like a fair assumption that she would have fallen asleep already, and she's been too interested in this movie to check.)

Until, out of nowhere, Wanda asks, "Does he remind you of Tony?"

Natasha glances down at her, still looking half-asleep on her chest, then looks back at the screen with furrowed brows, trying her damndest to figure out who in this movie might remind her of Tony. The answer, of course, is none of them, so finally, she has to ask, "Which one?"

"I think they called him Osiris?"

"The Black one?"

"Mm-hmm."

Fortunately, a commercial break starts then, which means she's not missing anything when she turns her gaze to her girlfriend and stares at her incredulously. "You're kidding."

"No, I'm serious!" Wanda insists. "It looks just like him!"

"Wanda, this is a Black man!"

"And he looks just like Tony!"

"Oh my god," Natasha mumbles, and the more she thinks about it, the more outrageous the thought becomes, until she can't help but laugh. This is absurd. This is so incredibly absurd that she doesn't even know where to start, because everything about it is completely absurd!

"Nat, babe, I'm serious!" Wanda insists, and laughter begins to creep up into her own voice. "When this is over, I'm pulling up a picture of him and a picture of Tony and you're going to look at them and go 'oh my god, that's the same person.'"

"Wanda, he is Black!"

"And he still looks just like Tony!"

Natasha covers her face with her hands as though they'll muffle the sound of her laughter, as though Wanda can't feel her chest vibrating beneath her head. This might be the single most ridiculous conversation they have ever had. It doesn't even make sense! How could he possibly look like Tony to her?

Anyway, it's a good thing Wanda falls asleep before Lincoln Osiris, also known as Kirk Lazarus, becomes a white man again, because he actually does look freakishly like a hot blonde Australian version of Tony Stark.

If there's ever a Tony Stark look-alike contest, this Robert Downey Jr. actor should definitely enter it. He's got a gold medal with his name on it.