Part of Me

Chapter 12

Bright blinding lights shone upon her. Faded sounds of someone speaking can be heard. She tried to open her eyes but it seemed so hard to do so. She saw clean white ceilings through the blurry vision she had. Natasha, a voice called as low as a whisper. Nat? It came again this time slightly louder. Natasha. This time it was loudest. She bolt right up into a sitting position, sending a jolt of pain straight through her head, as though someone had hit her really hard with brick stones.

"Natasha, thank goodness you're awake," she looked to her left to find Clint by her side, grabbing her arm and gesturing her to lay back down. She was still speechless, saying nothing but panting, trying to process everything that's happening right now.

"You okay Nat?"

"Uh, y-yeah just this terrible headache," she said while touching the bandage on the left side of her face. "How long have I been out?"

"A few hours." She gave him a nod, as she looked through the room, looking for a clock, awhile noticing that only Clint and her was in the room. Then, realization struck her.

"Clint."

"Yes?"

"Where's Steve?"

"About that..."

"Where is he Clint?!" She said, slightly louder and demanding.

"He's in the room down the hall," he said, she didn't even think twice, she bolted up from her bed, ignoring all the medical equipments attached to her.

"Nat- Nat hey!" Clint tried to grab her but she was too fast. She ran down the hall, even though the pain flared throughout her head. Several nurses tried to stop her, but even the greatest marksman can't stop her. She found the room and barged in. Clint and Bruce ran after her, both trying to negotiate with her to get back to bed. Natasha immediately went to the side of the bed where the paled and bruised super-soldier was lying unconscious. Lusterless blonde locks messed up and tousled. Lips cracked and dry. Bruises and scratches on all the places she can see. Bandages wrapped all around his torso. Out of realization, she took his hands and locked it with hers, giving light squeezes. Seeing him like this saddened her, it upsets her. It should've been me. Guilt struck her hard.

"What happened?" She asked Sharon and Sam who was respectively sitting by the bed and sitting on a chair by the wall, face as disheveled as hers. The only thing she remembers is, Steve was running towards her when everything starts to get blurry and disoriented.

"When you sent the distress call, they immediately sent people. When they got there, it was too late. You and Steve was both already attacked. You lost lots of blood. Steve, though, got a pretty hard hit. He nearly broke one of his arms as an effect of falling right onto concrete and he got shot by three bullets, didn't hit anything vital but he also lost lots of blood." Sharon explained.

"Tell me about the bullets."

"There were no slugs. No rifling."

"Soviet made."

"Yeah..."

"The doctors said he'll be okay, the serum should help him heal." Sharon added. 'It's going to be okay' Natasha told herself.

Right then, Hill went into the room, a Stark Pad in her hands. Nat got up and went directly to Hill, demanding an explanation about the assignment that nearly cost Steve's and her life.

"We didn't know it was a trap, the intel we got was from our own agents. We think there might be a mole and this whole thing is coordinated."

"But that man nearly killed us Hill."

"I know, luckily, when we got there he was still there, so we shot him using the Night-Night gun we developed and made him unconscious and brought him in."

"Who is he?"

"He's the Winter Soldier, James Buchanan Barnes. Or you might know him as Bucky." Hill explained making sure she emphasized each and every word, handing her the Stark Pad consisting the files regarding him, causing Nat's eyes to widened, the name sending another jolt of pain straight to her head. Oh this is nowhere near 'this is gonna be okay'.

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