-A few months later-
I was sitting with Bruce in the avengers facility, we were all watching a film when i started feeling nauseous. Quickly I got up and I was about to walk outside to get fresh air, when I froze in my spot.
I walked out into the pitch black night completely ignoring how cold and late it was around me. I started pacing around the gravel on the driveway, until I heard a noise behind me, I turned around and as I did everyone came out suited behind me, there was someone there.
Sliding down the wall I put my head in my hands trying to catch my breath.
I was having flashbacks.
I looked down. Blood covered my hands as I held my stomach. It seemed as if these were my last seconds on earth. The only seconds I had before my life became worthless once more.
Tears spilled in my eyes as I was trying to close them.
I lay on the ground choking in my tears as everyone's shouts were blurred in my head, I didn't care if I lived or died, my past baby was dead and now my present. And it's all my fault. Then everything went. Black.
"Natasha", Bruce shouted standing above me.
Coming to my senses I felt the tears on my cheek.Quickly I wiped them away.
Bruce held out his hand, but I ignored it.
"Nat, if we're going to have a baby together at least let me help you...you're not alone",He said scared..
"I know",I replied sighing at what had just come over me.
Embracing me into a hug I wrapped my arms around him.I felt safe.
.....
"I need a drink",I said wiping my eyes.
"No, remember we said no drinking because of the baby",Bruce replied sharply.
"I know......and that's why i'm going insane",I stated.
"You're not going insane....okay...I'm sure you can live without it",He said rubbing my arm.
"It just...numbs the pain",I sighed.
"I know",He said, hugging me again.
............
We had a mission, a big mission.I wanted to go but Bruce wouldn't let me, but i didn't listen to him.Why didn't i listen to him.
Exhaustingly i was own my own, lost, blood covered my hands from all the guards i had killed.I was tired but i carried on, trying to find my back to the team, i never get lost, ever.How am i lost.The walls all looked the same as i strode my way down them.However suddenly my vision went blurry, and i became nauseous.
I tried to hold it in but i couldn't, i found the nearest bin and threw up.But through all the noise. Someone found me.
"Don't move",A man shouted, chuckling. I looked up and saw he was pointing a gun at me.
Slowly I brought my walkie talkie up to my mouth whispering "Clint" quietly.
"Nat, what are you doing here?",He replied.
"Drop it",The man replied.
I sighed and put it next to me.I never listened to everyone, but now it was different.
"Nat, come in!"Clint shouted.
The guy came closer to me reaching for the walkie talkie....That's when I sprung.
Punching the guy cleanly in the head I knocked him out, I tried to talk back to Clint, but it was useless.It was broken.
"SHIT"I shouted a bit too loudly, throwing it against the ground.
