Addicted

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Natasha's POV:

I had slept for a few hours until Clint woke me up. He had finished everything and we had to report back to Fury at the compound. Once there we would discuss our next move.

The headache was really bad. It was almost so bad i couldn't function anymore. I needed darkness, silence and sleep, but all i got was light, noise and because of the pain i couldn't sleep.

We arrived at the compound late in the evening and my headache was killing me. The sharp stabbing pain took over. I needed to sleep, or just rest, anything to stop it really. I felt myself getting desperate.

Once we finally arrived, i just grabbed my duffel bag from the car and made my way towards my room, entirely ignoring Fury who stood waiting by the door. Clint had called him after we got in the car, and told him that we made progression.

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"What's wrong with Romanoff?" Fury asked Clint who was grabbing his stuff from the car.

"I'm not sure, sir." Clint answered briefly.

"Right" Fury raised his eyebrow and paused, "I want you in my office when you're done."

"With Romanoff." He added stern.

"Yes sir."

Fury turned around and walked towards his office, in which Agent Hill was already waiting and busy preparing for the meeting.

Clint walked inside the compound with all his stuff and put it away. It was strange for him to see his friend like this. Natasha was crumbling, ever so slightly, that no one else could notice it unless you knew her.

He knocked on the door and called out, "Nat?"

"Nat please, open the door."

"It's me, come on."

Clint was getting worried, normally she would respond, even if she didn't want anyone to enter the room. She would yell at them to go away and leave her alone.

"Nat?!" He banged on the door.

"Alright, i'm coming in!"

Clint barges through the door and finds her out on the bed.

"Wake up Nat, we need to go to Fury."

Clint walks over to the bed and pushes Natasha gently. This was a risky move...
Why you might ask? Well worst case scenario? He would be signing his dead sentence. Never push a sleeping widow assassin. He did it once and.. well he swore to never do it again.

"Natasha?" Clint was getting worried. This wasn't like his best friend, somethings wrong.

He checked her pulse, the heartbeat is faint, but she is alive. It wasn't enough to settle the eerie feeling inside his gut though. Something was definitely not right.

He checked her temperature and opened her eyelids, her pupils were dilated. Her temperature was high, she was burning up. Giant alarm bells went off inside Clint's head. This was seriously wrong.

In panic he did was came first to his mind. He grabbed his phone and called Bruce.

"Bruce? where are you? I need you!" He exclaimed immediately when Bruce answered the phone.

"Calm down, what's wrong? I'm on a mission with Wanda and Vision remember?"

"It's Nat, she's unresponsive.. I don't know what to do Bruce! What if she's dying and i can't help her or it's too late?" Clint rambled on in panic.

"Alright calm down, i can't help you, but i know someone who can-," He paused and sighed heavily. "-but i don't know if Nat will like it.." He continued.