Addicted

//4\\

Clint drove quick to the place where he had agreed to meet with the person on the phone. It was a rather tall building with a big A on it. The tower was crowded, lots of people running around doing their thing. Once Clint arrived at the door with the girl in his arms, bridal style, four people ran towards him, a woman and three males. The oldest male had prepared the Medbay for them. Without a word they all ran towards the room where a doctor was waiting. The doctor called for assistance and pushed everyone out of the room, he didn't need five people looking over his shoulder.

The door closed after Clint who had a defeated look on his face. "I-it was an accident.." he stuttered. "You have to believe me Nat.. I-it al happened so fast... i-i was driving and..." he paused and sat down in a chair in the hallway, he placed his elbows on his knees and held his head in his hands. "I-it's just a kid.." he said while looking up at the redhead. She looked at him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know Clint, it wasn't your fault, everything will be okay". She gave him a reassuring smile.

"I'm going to prepare a room for her, in case she needs to stay longer, is it okay if i put her on your floor?" Tony asked Nat. "Eh.. do i need to babysit?" She gave him an annoyed look. "No..okay yes.. it's just, she's a woman, and you're a woman so it's just easier.. I think.." he said with a sheepish smile. "Fine I'll do it" she sighed. "Thanks" he walked away smiling. "Eh, Tony you need help with that?"  "Sure Steve, let's go". The men walked to the door and left, headed for the elevator.

"Clint, are you okay?"  Bruce asked. "I'm okay, you can go back to your lab Bruce" Clint reassured him. "Okay i will check up on you later buddy" he stood up and walked away to his lab. Clint and the redhead stayed behind.

Clint started pacing back and fort in the hallway. "Can you please sit down?'' He kept walking back and fort lost in his thoughts. ''Clint?'' Natasha got a bit annoyed. "Clint sit down!'' ''What?'' He looked up. ''I said sit down, you're making me nervous man.'' ''I'm sorry, bad habit''

After three hours the doctors came out the room. "She had an internal bleeding, we managed to stop it, but she has lost a lot of blood. She will be very weak, and needs all the help and support of you guys. Oh and she has a rather big head wound, and concussion." The doctor explained. "You can wait in her room till she wakes up" he looked at Clint. "Okay thanks doc" Clint stood up and walked past the doctor inside the room, where he sat down at a chair looking at the sleeping woman.

Nat entered the room and walked over to Clint. "Hey buddy, you should probably go get changed, you're covered in blood. I'll stay here and wait by her side". She tried to give him a reassuring smile. "Okay, if you say so" he mumbled and walked out of the room to shower and get changed.

Now she was the only one left in the woman's room. Somehow this woman really piqued her interest. The woman didn't share the same past, but somehow Natasha could see herself in her. Bad things happend to her over which she had no control. She walked the wrong path in life. Natasha looked at the chart that was hanging on the girls bed, got curious and walked over to her bed, picked it up and started reading it. It was all the information the doctors could find about her.

[Morgan Stewart]
[24 years old]

"Five years old: car accident parents both deceased, she survived with minor injuries.
Six years old: placed in a foster family.
Twelve years old: domestic violence charge against her foster father. Beaten and raped. Transferred to a different foster family.
Sixteen years old: First drug arrest, possession. Kicked out of school.
Seventeen and eighteen years old: second and third drugs arrests, possession and dealing.
Twenty- one years old: arrested and charged for possession and dealing. Sentenced to three years of prison.
Twenty- two till twenty- three  years old: Prison. Minor injuries to head and chest. Major injuries to the back.
Twenty-four years old: Major injuries to the head, chest and back. Resulting from a prison feud.

"And now she was laying here inside Tony Starks tower. The world is a messed up place for vulnerable people." She thought while she kept her eyes on the beautiful blonde haired woman.