"NOTHING LASTS FOREVER."
Several months have passed from the infamous fight at the airport in Germany. Since then, newly married Steve and Natasha have been reunited. They spend their days running secret op missions and pass the remainder of the tim...
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" — no, i'm a mother, too. "
NATASHA ROMANOFF GROANED AS THE RHYTHMIC BEATING OF THE HEART MONITOR CAME INTO HER SENSES. Everything hurt and the sensations that developed in her bruised form were quite overwhelming for the ex-assassin. She didn't know where she was. Her world was still dark yet she could tell that it was light because it hurt her eyes.
Natasha let out a small whimper as she squeezed her eyelids shut. The light stung her green eyes and she writhed in the scratchy, white sheets atop her hospital bed. As time passed, Natasha could hear people around her speaking in soft Russian. The smell of blood and medical grade antiseptic led the woman to believe that she was in some sort of hospital.
She moaned again at that, gritting her teeth as she stretched her sore limbs. The woman bit her lip as she felt the IV line in her hand, the needle stinging into her skin a little more as she pulled. Shockingly, another individual in the room grasped her hand, feverish with cold sweat.
Their hand was warm against her's, rough too like they had engaged in outside activities and worked often with their hands to the point where they were calloused. Despite that her world was still dark like someone put cobwebs over her eyes, Natasha felt safe with this individual.
"Shh, Nat. It's okay. I'm here." The individual promised, lacing his fingers through her's in a comforting gesture. Natasha smiled at the realization that it was Steve's voice in her ears. She was safe.
The woman moves in slow motion due to the nature of her injuries. It was as if someone hit her in the head because she was having the hardest time remembering anything. All she could recognize was Antonia's horror-filled dark eyes, the amber explosions at the Red Room fell, and the blood seeping through her suit–
Natasha jolted awake then, her mind racing as the heart monitor started to alarm due to the rapid change. She could hear Steve's panicked voice in her ears as he called for back up but all she cared about was the baby.
How long had she been out of it? Was she okay? Where is she?
Natasha could barely breathe as she sat completely upright against the bed. Her hand was throbbing where she pulled the needle in her skin but the pain didn't bother her. Neither did the bruised sensations on her back, shoulders, and abdomen. Her eyes were wide and glossy with fear and she was gasping for breath.
Shuddering, Steve felt panicked at how white his wife's skin was in the moment. He wasn't sure if it was due to blood loss or her anxiety attack, but all he knew was that she isn't healthy. Her alabaster skin was a strong contrast from the deep crimson of her hair and emerald of her eyes. If it wasn't for the circumstances, Steve would have thought she made a beautiful porcelain doll.
