Sorry...My Love|| Natasha Romanoff FF (English Version)

Chapter 11

Before Doctor Banner could answer, Mister Stark spoke: "Herr arm! It's herr arm! We have to take it off." Clint nodded and ran ahead. "No! You can't," yelled Miss Romanoff. Again Steve tried to persuade her. "Ever been in an operating room, Parker?" he asked me. "No," I said anxiously. "Okay. Because you've just become our specialist in her values," he explained to me.

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The Mind Stone

Natasha P.O.V.:

They've been in the operating room for several hours. Steve wouldn't even let me near the infirmary area. So I trotted through the rest of headquarters. They take off her arm. Her whole arm. These thoughts went through my head the whole time.

"Natasha!" someone shouted. I turned around quickly. Clint came towards me. "Clint!" I said and ran towards him. When I was with him, I hugged him. He hugged me tightly. "Is she? Is she?" I said. "No, she's alive. They're just deciding if they just need a shoulder disarticulation or a shoulder girdle amputation," he told me. Tears welled up in my eyes.

He let me go. "We're both going to the kitchen now. You haven't eaten in hours," he said. We started walking. He still had one arm around me. "Who will inform me?" I asked him after a while. Only when we were in the kitchen and he had transplanted me to a bar stool did he answer me: "Steve, he also told me about it. What do you want to eat?"

"Nothing!" I said simply and laid my head on the record. Clint didn't reply to that. Instead, he seemed to be doing something anyway. After a few minutes he placed a glass of water and a bowl of cereal in front of me. Despite snorting, I sat up. He looked at me promptly so I slowly started to eat. He also ate cornflakes.

We sat there in silence and ate. After ages Steve came in. I only noticed him when he sat down next to me. "Steve?" I asked immediately. He glanced at Clint, then at me. "They're done, Isabella is in a room in the infirmary. She's still asleep, but you can go to her," he explained. I glanced at Clint. Then I got up and ran to the infirmary. I stopped in front of a door Tony came out of. He saw me and explained her condition: "She is sleeping, we had to do a shoulder disarticulation. It went well she should wake up soon. You can go to her" "Thanks Tony," I said, walking into the room.

There she lay. Asleep. A thick bandage around the right shoulder joint. The rest of her right arm was missing. A small tear rolled down my cheek, but I wiped it away immediately. I sat down on her left side, then took her hand. I stroked it gently for a moment, then kissed the back of her hand. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! This is all my fault," I whispered against the back of her hand. Then I pressed my forehead against her arm. I inhaled her scent deeply, then closed my eyes for a moment.

Isabella P.O.V.:

When I woke up, I still couldn't open my eyes. It took me a while to remember what had happened. I tried to move the fingers of my right hand but couldn't. My fingers must have been numb like the rest of my arm. It was a weight on my left arm. Then I tried to open my eyes again.

This time it worked. I blinked several times. Then I saw Clint sitting in a chair to my right. When he realized i was awake, he smiled. "Good morning, sunshine", he grinned. I smiled a little too and tried to say something but all that came out was a croak.

"Maybe try a sip of water first," he said as he held out a mug. I took a sip through a straw. Then the weight on my arm moved a little. I looked down and recognized Natasha.