[ The Broken Soul ⧗ ]

4

- Natasha's pov -

I sat back trying to get comfortable in this hospital bed, a pinching wave of pain struck on my lower stomach where my wound was. Bruce had stitched me up and covered it in a bandage. I had tried to convince him many times that this was a minor injury and that I could be up and going, even if it meant a little pain.

But the answer was always no.

During this injury healing Wanda had been on me and tried to give some motivational speech to make me feel better. If I was being honest, missions were the only way I could feel better and like myself.

Then there was a knock on the open door and I looked up to feel a slight smile appear on my lips. It was Clint.

"Hey there, thought you might want some company" Clint said as he took his steps towards my hospital bed. I rolled my eyes while my smile was still heavily visible.

"This is pathetic," I said as I showed the hospital bed with my hands. I wanted to be out in the world and serve and save it. This was serving no purpose at all.

"Sometimes heroes need rest as well" He said to make me get into other tracks.

"I'm not a hero, Clint" I let out as I knew it was all true, in some way at least. Somewhere inside he knew that too and that made him quiet as he approached me. We both had gone through that and we both didn't see ourselves as heroes. He grabbed a card from his pocket and put it out for me to grab.

It was a pick dotted card with a big and childish font spelling "Happy birthday, grandma!" As I read it I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, today wasn't my birthday and I certainly wasn't near the age of a grandma. His smile raised as he shrugged with his shoulders.

"All the get-well cards were out" He said and I sighed in response.

"So, how are you?" He asked with a small bit of concern in his voice.

"Oh it's nothing! I will be back on feets any time" I said, shaking it off quickly.

Just then Bruce came walking into the room with a bit of papers, looking busy as usual.

"I'm serious Nat, you tend to just shake it off to get back to missions" Clint said, still keeping his eyes on me.

A shrug came to my shoulders as I didn't really want to listen to what caring thing he had to say.

"Time for your pill Natasha" Bruce's voice interrupted our conversation as he took out his hand where a pill of painkiller laid resting and waiting to settle down my pain. I took it and washed it down with a bit of water from a little cup Bruce had given me.

The sun had settled as Clint took a sigh and stood up.

"I better be going Nat" He said as he took his leave towards the door.

"Thanks for checking up on me" I said a little softer to show him a little appreciation for his action. He turned around when he heard that, he stood a while in the doorframe looking at me before giving a slight smile and walking out.

"The pill will take a little while to start working but then you should try to get some sleep. If you are having problems you can take a sleep pill" Bruce said and I sighed as he showed the pills on the counter beside me.

Bruce then took his leave as well and left me alone in the room, this cold and unwelcoming room if I could admit it. I layed and rested my head and let myself go into my own thoughts for a minute. I felt how my head spun around and I couldn't get it to stop, all I wanted was to fall asleep and be better.

One thing was clear though, I wasn't gonna stay here in this bed for weeks, no. As I thought, my eyes felt heavy and they closed automatically, allowing me to drift into a deep sleep.