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A Bullet to the Heart...Or the Stomach

Natasha had been awaiting your call for a week now. You had just applied to Harvard and as your mother she was just as anxious as you were to find out. She had sat at her desk all day, drumming her fingers and constantly checking her phone. No one on the team knew about you so she had convinced Steve she was sick and locked herself in her room. Around noon her phone finally rang. She picked it up excitedly.

Hey sweetie! Did you get the results yet?!
Hi...m-mom *cough*
Y/N? What's wrong are you sick? Do you need help?
Yea,I *cough* need help. I kinda got shot. Bad.
What?! Y/N! Please answer me!

She could hear the phone hit the ground and the line went dead. Natasha was up in a second pulling on mismatched boots and grabbing her gun and keys. She burst out of her room and down the hall running into Steve

"Nat? I thought you were sick." The annoyance in his voice was clear but she ignored him and kept running to the garage. She jammed the keys into the ignition and sped out of the tower to your apartment.

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The sound of the door being broken down was faint but you heard it nonetheless. You immediately recognized your mothers red hair and rolled over to see her making sure to keep pressure on the bullet wound in your stomach.

"Y/N! Where are you?!" She frantically looked around spotting you on the ground by your couch surrounded by blood. "Oh my god Y/N. Don't worry honey it's ok. I've got you, I'm here." You nodded before fading out of consciousness. Natasha's tears dripped down her face and landed on your sweatshirt as she carried you to the motorcycle, calling Tony and telling him to get a medic team prepped.

Nat burst through the tower doors moments later and was met by Steve, Tony, and the group of medics.

"Natasha who is this?" She shook her head and set you down on the gurney.

"This is all my fault." She whispered. Steve put his hand on her shoulder and she collapsed to the ground crying.

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Natasha still hadn't spoken to anyone in the two days you'd been lying in a hospital room and she didn't eat. No one knew who you were or why Nat cared so much but they didn't push her anymore. She just didn't understand how she could've let that happen. It broke her to see your pale face everyday, still unconscious, knowing she had no way to stop it.

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When you woke up you couldn't move your arms. You opened your eyes slightly to see an IV pumping a clear liquid into your body. Relived that that was probably what was making your limbs useless you sighed and opened your eyes more. You saw your mother first, then Steve, Clint, and Tony. At the sight of the three men you began to panic because you didn't know where you were. The machines around you went crazy and the beeping filled your head and made you unable to form any clear thoughts. Your mom was immediately at your side.

"Y/N, calm down, it's ok. Hey,your fine." She gently rubbed circles on the back of your hand. The beeping stopped and you were able to process thoughts again. "How are you feeling?" Her eyes were full of concern and all you could think of was the numerous times you'd seen the same concern after a mission or if she had a nightmare.

"I'm, ok I guess...how about you?" She laughed at you obviously thinking you weren't serious. The look on your face said otherwise and her smile dropped.

"I'm fine. Y/N you just got shot and your asking me how I'm doing?! Damn, your more like Alex than you think." She said the last part quietly so you couldn't hear. She never talked about your father and now certainly wasn't a good time.

"What? I'm not allowed to ask my mother if she's ok?" You gasped realizing what you just said as Steve's eyebrows raised and Clint's jaw dropped so far down he could have been a fish. He was appalled that he didn't even know his best friend had a daughter. "Shit. Sorry mom." She just laughed and shook her head.

"So...Natasha, anything you wanna tell us?"  Tony asked sarcastically. She shook her head.

"Later, Stark, let me catch up with my daughter first. She did just apply to Harvard after all."