As Natasha settled into her room, she couldn't help but feel a sense of confinement. The walls seemed to close in on her, reminding her of her physical limitations. She sighed, feeling helpless and vulnerable.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Natasha struggled to stand up, but before she could even reach her crutches, Tony Stark burst into the room, wheeling a cart loaded with an array of mouthwatering desserts.
"Hey, Nat, I heard you're back and stuck here for a while. I figured I'd bring you some treats to make the stay a little sweeter," Tony said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
Natasha couldn't help but smile at the sight of the desserts. The cart was overflowing with trays of decadent chocolate truffles, creamy cheesecakes, and fluffy meringues. The aromas wafting off the treats were intoxicating, and Natasha's mouth watered as she caught a whiff of the sugary scents.
Tony had always been a genius inventor, but Natasha had never seen him in the kitchen before. She cautiously took a small bite of a chocolate truffle, and her eyes widened as the flavors exploded in her mouth. The chocolate was rich and velvety, with just the right amount of bitterness to balance out the sweetness.
"Tony, these are amazing," Natasha said, her voice filled with surprise and delight. "You've been holding out on us. Where did you learn to bake like this?"
Tony shrugged, a smug grin on his face. "Just another one of my many talents, Nat. I'm a man of many surprises," he said, winking at her.
Natasha couldn't help but laugh at his boastful tone. She knew Tony was always full of surprises, but she had never expected to be blown away by his baking skills.
Natasha looked longingly at the desserts, but she knew she shouldn't indulge too much. After all, she was still recovering from her injury, and she needed to maintain a healthy diet to aid in her rehabilitation.
"I don't think I should be eating all of this," Natasha said, a note of guilt in her voice.
Tony waved away her concerns. "Nonsense, Nat. You've been through a lot, and you deserve to indulge a little. Besides, I'll keep you supplied while you rest up. Consider it my contribution to your recovery."
Natasha hesitated for a moment, but the aroma of the desserts was too tempting to resist. She reached for another truffle, savoring the creamy texture and rich flavor.
As Tony left the room, Natasha couldn't help but feel grateful for his gesture. She was still frustrated with her injury, but the sweetness of the treats and the kindness of her teammates were helping to lift her spirits.
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