My Moon (Natasha Romanoff X OC)

21

Strong, white ceelling lights blind me momentarily as I struggle to open my eyes. A dry soreness in my troat when I inhale sharply, finally ajusting to my surrondings and realise I'm laying in a hospital bed. If I turned my head to the side I'd be able to see a sleeping Rhodey, when i suddenly remember what happened and how we got us both here.

"Fuck-" I wince as I try to sit straighter in the bed, reaching forwards to grab the cup of water sitting on a night-stand besides me. The water feels nice as I, with shaky hands, bring the cup to my lips and sip carefully. 

With a more adjusted and eased mind, I can now start to wonder; especially where Natalia is. Did she come to visit me? I mean, I'm aware she was the one that brought me in.

Where did she go, then? Is everything okay?

Will Rodey ever be able to walk again? Will he wake up?-

My trail of overwhelming thoughts is broken when a slim figure with red hair enters the room, a bag of chips in her hands and a soft smile at her lips when she notices my conscious presence.

"Hey... You're awake." She puts the bag of chips down on the bed, next to the rising of the sheets covering my feet as she comes closer, not caring about the crumbs on the bed. She presses her sweet lips to my forehead, her hands cuping both of my pale cheeks. The kiss is tender and passionate, even if my lips don't touch hers I can feel the worriedness shift into love radiating from her. "How are you feeling?" 

"I'm... I feel like shit" I try to chuckle but the pain stops me midway.

The pain- Oh, the pain... Realisation hits me when I look down, remembering how a swift bullet blew my kneecap. No, no, no...NO! 

This can't be possible- I mean- I'll still be able to walk; to dance? Oh, to dance... How I miss dancing. I haven't danced with her yet. I don't even remeber where my point shoes are. Shit, I need to find my point shoes. I need to be able to dance. Please, universe- any foreign god who hears my pleas, let me dance!

A blank expression covers my face as my eyes water; consediring all the scenarios, what I'd do if i can't no longer dance and i hate every single one of them.

A faint voice pulls me back to reality, a snap.

"Astroia!" 

I look at Natalia with wide eyes , a tear escaping wihtout my premission; my strenght gathered to keep all the others from taking that one's path. 

She realises then, what my sudden dissociation meant. She then moves herself closer to me, sitting on the edge of the bed with her arm wrapped around me, pulling me in agaisnt her. My head burries itself on the crook of her neck, her soft, gentle hand brushing a soothing thumb agaisnt my cheek, wipping the tears that silently fall. I don't find the strenght within me to hug her, to hold her back; so I just let her craddle me.

"What happens now?" Barelly a whisper. Her warm scent forcing its way in through my airways.

She froze. It appears that the Black Widow herself did'nt know, at least for now she didn't. But she would never admit it. Breaking, smashing- her partener's last bit of hope with a sad truth broke her immensly as well. More then anyone could ever know. She didn't want me to stop dancig. She hadn't danced with me yet...

 "I don't know..." A desolating revelation embed in honesty spilled from her tongue.

Natalia turned her head to the side, a silent look at Rhodey before she lowered her voice to whisper to me. "I talked to Tony. He said Rhodey had shattered L4 through S1. It-It's pretty bad..." Her voice trailing off at the end. "He blames me for letting Bucky and Steve 'escape'. I told him we played this wrong, but he's incapable of letting go of his big gooddam ego."

I chuckle. It did sound like Tony to me, for sure.

"T'challa aparently told Ross what I did... They'll come after me."

"You know I won't let them. I'm here for you, always." I lift my head from her shoulder to look at her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with weak hands. I caress her cheek, admiring her. Admire how bright and beautifull her eyes are, even in these damn ugly hospital lights. A smile tugs at my lips.

"I know..." 

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Me and Rhodey chatted quietly in our shared hospital room, both of us pretty pissed at our new injuries. Eventually he asked what caused mine and he understood completly my prespective, something that never stroke me as him, but surprised filled me when he did; a good type of surprise. 

"And that's why, you know. It means so much more than that."

I humm in agreement. " I get it, it's hard on all of us."

A sudden noise of someone barging through the door of the hospital room makes our converstaion stop, both us us looking in the same direction to witness Tony.

"You could've at least knocked." I playfully roll my eyes at his rudness.

"Honey, I could buy this dammed hospital if I wanted to." He smirks, the sass in him is hilarious. I bring my hand to my lips to muffle a laugh. "To stop myself from thinking about out current 'crises'-" he air quotes "-I kept myself busy by thinking of you."

"Of me?" Rhodey and I share a look of confusion.

"Yes, well, since- you know, you got your kneecap blown off, I decided to build you a gift." He pulls out his phone and show me a hologram of some  sort of device.

"What is this?" I observe attentively.

"This..." He rotates the hologram with a swift motion of his fingers. "will help you walk and dance without you risking another injury on your knee."

He notices the imaginary weels in my brain spinning and intervened with another explination. "Think about it as an Iron Man suit- but for your knee." He shrugs his shoulders and claps his hands.

Tears start to brun behind my eyes. "You didn't have to do this. Thank you, Tony." 

"I know, but I wanted to. And besides, your girlfriend almost begged me on her knees for it."He smirked. "Don't tell her I told you this, though.."

Damn her. She'd never bow for anyone, beg for anything, but she did it. And she did it for me.

"Will I get an Iron Man suit for my spine?" Rhodey teased.

"Sorry Rhods, you're not cleared from the doctors yet."

"Damn it."