The rise of the White Widow

"She's gone brain dead,"

Nat's pov

A few days later

As I sit beside Alex's bed, my heart heavy with worry and sadness, my thoughts drift to the events of the previous day. She had slipped into a coma unexpectedly, and the doctors were considering the possibility of putting her on life support. The sight of her lying motionless in the hospital bed is almost too much to bear.

Despite the grim circumstances, I summon the courage to reach out and gently brush a strand of hair away from her face. Leaning in closer, I whisper softly, "Come on Alex, you're a fighter. You can bounce back from this." Though the sound of my own voice seems small in the quiet of the hospital room, I hope that my words will somehow reach her, even in her unconscious state.

Weeks later

Weeks have passed since Alex slipped into the coma, and I have been a constant presence by her side, hoping for any sign of improvement. But as time drags on, my hope begins to wane. It is during one of these somber moments that Strange enters the room, his face bearing a grave expression.

Immediately sensing that something is amiss, I turn to him and ask, "What's wrong?" His hesitation only serves to heighten my anxiety.

"You might want to sit down for this," he finally replies, his voice low and measured.

My heart racing, I quickly comply, taking a seat beside Alex's bed. Strange joins me, and I can feel the weight of his words even before he speaks.

"I'm so sorry," he begins, but I cut him off before he can finish.

"Don't," I choke out, my voice thick with emotion.

But he continues, his words crushing me like a ton of bricks. "She's gone brain dead," he says, and I feel as though the world has suddenly stopped spinning.

This news of Alex's brain death hits me like a ton of bricks, and I can feel the physical weight of my grief bearing down on me. In a desperate attempt to deny the reality of the situation, I jump to my feet and shout, "You're lying. She will wake up!"

But Strange's response is both gentle and firm, and I know deep down that he is telling the truth. "Natasha, I'm sorry but she won't. No one has ever woken up from brain death."

I collapse back onto the chair, the tears streaming down my face as I try to come to terms with the magnitude of my loss. "She's strong, she will wake up," I sob, even though I know that hope is futile at this point.

In the midst of my despair, Clint bursts into the room, drawn by the sound of my cries. He rushes over to comfort me, but I push him away, unable to bear the touch of anyone but Alex.

"She...she will wake up," I manage to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. But as the reality of my loss sets in, I crumple to the floor, completely breaking down in a wave of grief and heartache.

The following day, we find ourselves gathered by Alex's bedside. It's the day they're going to disconnect her from all the machines. I couldn't sleep at all last night, my mind consumed by thoughts of Alex and her unfair fate. She's so young and full of life, yet here she is, fighting for every breath. I feel a lump form in my throat as I watch the nurse begin removing all the tubes and wires that have been keeping her alive. It's a surreal and heart-wrenching moment.

As the machines fall silent and the monitors flatline, I feel a surge of emotions wash over me. I can't hold back the tears any longer and I break down into sobs, burying my face into Clint's chest. He wraps his strong arm around me, offering what little comfort he can. It's a devastating loss, and my heart aches for Alex and all the things she'll never get to experience.

After the nurse leaves, we're left alone with Alex's lifeless body. I can't help but feel a sense of emptiness wash over me as I gaze down at her. "I'm so sorry, Alex," I whisper, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss on her forehead.

We remain there in silence for what feels like an eternity, lost in our own thoughts and grief. Then, suddenly, we hear a faint beeping sound. At first, I think it's just my mind playing tricks on me, but then I see the others looking up at the monitor that's still attached to Alex.

My heart starts racing with a glimmer of hope, but I dare not speak a word. We watch in disbelief as the beeping becomes louder and more consistent. It's as if Alex is coming back to life right before our very eyes. We exchange confused and bewildered looks, unsure of what's happening.

To our utter amazement, Alex suddenly jolts awake, her body convulsing as she gasps for air. Without a second thought, I reach for the nearby ventilator and start assisting her breathing. Panicked, I shout for a doctor, hoping that someone will come to her aid.

As Alex continues to struggle, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. It's a surreal and terrifying moment, one that I never thought I'd witness. Her body is shaking uncontrollably, and it's clear that she's disoriented and confused by what's happening.

Despite the chaos and confusion, I stay focused on the task at hand, doing everything in my power to keep Alex breathing until help arrives. It's a tense and nerve-wracking experience, but I know that we can't give up on her now. We have to keep fighting, no matter how daunting the odds may seem.

I hate this chapter lol