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Tony watches the blood mix in with the water as he showers.  It takes about half an hour before he's able to step into fresh, blood-free clothes, but the warm feeling sticks with him like the sight of Peter laying there bleeding out. He knows the loss of Peter would mean the beginning of the end of him--that is if it doesn't cause an immediate end. 

When he walks into the room, he realizes that Natasha is still there as she promised. He sits on the bed and takes a deep breath to compose himself and feels a dip in the bed when he turns to see her sitting next to him. 

"I gotta call May."  He says with a blank expression. 

"I'll have Happy do that for you," Natasha offers. "You need to rest, so you can be there for him when he wakes up. He'll need his dad." 

"I don't know if I'm able to." 

"Try," she says. "I'll be here the whole time." 

Tony nods and lies in the bed, covering himself like a caterpillar would cover in its cocoon. He knows he won't be alone, especially since Natasha has decided to crawl in bed next to him. The billionaire doesn't fight when she pulls him closer to her and lays her head on his chest. 

"Everything is going to be okay. I promise."

Tony's voice is almost robotic as he asks, "What if it isn't?"

It takes the assassin a second to ponder on the question. "We will figure it out like we always do." 

"Yeah." 

Natasha looks up at him and smiles at him. "We will figure it out." She repeats it like a mantra. 

It becomes silent enough to hear water drips from the sink and the creaks in the wall. Tony breaks the silence after what feels like hours. 

"Who knew a deadly assassin would be so good with the whole comforting thing."

She chuckles slightly. "I've seen things. And I've learned that even the most stubborn heads need it now and again."

"You're stubborn, too." He smirks slightly. 

"Whatever, shellhead." A smile can be heard with the tease. 

After an hour of the playful banter, Tony finally falls asleep rubbing Nat's shoulder. He figures sleep is also a form of comfort. 

 Hearing his heart beating becomes like a lullaby to Natasha as she soon falls asleep to it. If anyone walks in and sees it, no they didn't. She'll make sure of it in her own fashion.