gods from space don’t need ibuprofen (смешанная)

Thor looked up. Natasha‘s eyes widened slightly. His eyes were two different colors, and a long jagged scar ran down his face where the yellowish one sat. This, coupled with his shorn hair and new weapon, made her stomach twist uncomfortably. What had their thunder god been through?
“Aye?”
A thousand words sat on the tip of her tongue. Who cut out your eye? What happened to the hammer? Your hair is short now. What’s up with that? You look older. Where the hell have you been?
“You’re hurt,” was all she managed to actually say.
 
Thor needs patching up after the events of Infinity War. Natasha needs something to fix.