Over The Edge. | Steve Rogers.

four.

Issac tried not to shift too much while his x-rays were being taken. He was connected to two drips, a bag of fluids and a low but steady dose of morphine to numb the rest of the pain. He wished it were stronger, maybe he would finally be able to get some sleep. The technician moved the large machine away, telling him that he could put his shirt back on while they went over the results. He watched them leave as he carefully pulled the button up on, buttoning only three of the buttons in case he needed to remove it again. Natasha was seated comfortably in the chair at his bedside, silently scrolling through her phone. He laid back, tapping his fingers against his abdomen as he listened to the sound of the busy emergency room just beyond the curtain around his bed.

After a moment he sighed, adjusting his position slightly while fidgeting with the ring on his finger. He didn't like laying still for so long, especially not when there were plenty of things he could be doing right now. He glanced over at Nat again, silently begging her to talk to him or something, but alas she was far too engrossed in...whatever it was she was currently doing. She'd changed her clothes too, much to Issac's surprise, turning in her assembly attire for a leather jacket and black pants. He subconsciously began picking at the tape holding his IVs in place before catching himself, lowering his hands. Pulling one of those out would be a bit embarrassing to explain.

He sighed again, finally seeming to draw the female's attention away from the device in her hands.

"Will you stop squirming?" She sighed halfheartedly in return, not really bothered by it but not wanting him to make any possible injuries worse.

Issac made a bit of a face, turning his head to look at her.

"We really didn't need to go to the hospital." He grumbled.

The redhead raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms while giving him an incredulous look.

"You were hit by a massive explosion. You could have a concussion- internal bleeding-"

"I protected myself!" He argued. "Mostly, at least."

"Mostly." Natasha mimicked childishly, shaking her head at him and lightly slapping his hand as he began fiddling with his IVs once again. "Don't you remember what happened the last time you were hit by an explosion?"

"That was different." Issac mumbled, turning his gaze back to the ceiling.

"How is it different?" She scoffed.

Issac paused, pursing his lips as he tried to make up an excuse.

"That one was bigger." he mumbled petulantly.

Natasha merely rolled her eyes, far used to his antics to the point where she found it more amusing than annoying.

"What's bothering you anyway? You're not usually this fidgety."

Issac let out a slight huff, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I don't know," he admitted honestly. "I can't shake the feeling that Steve is doing something stupid right now." He joked.

Natasha let out a rather inelegant snort, clearing her throat and covering up her laugh with a slight cough. Issac couldn't help but grin slightly at his own joke.

"That's a fair point." She mumbled, looking around before flipping off one of the light switches so the small room wasn't nearly as bright. "Get some sleep while you can." She smiled. They still probably had a bit of time before a doctor came with the results of his x-rays and scans, so he decided not to argue.

He was just beginning to doze off when Natasha's ringtone startled them both. His eyes snapped open and narrowed slightly in her direction as she sent him an apologetic smile. She at least had the decency to get up and step out to take the call, leaving Issac to his own devices. A woman in a long white coat and scrubs pulled the curtain back a few minutes later, smiling at him over her clipboard.