~3 months later~
The constant beeping of the machine was the only thing Bruce had to hold onto. That and the steady rise and fall of her chest. Bruce took her cold clammy hand in his. He pressed his lips against the cold skin of her knuckles.
There had been days when he lost it.
He would stay down here and yell at her to wake up. He would beg her t come back to him. The love of his life was slipping away from him. On the darkest night, when he first came to see his wife. Hooked up to the machine, she looked broken, bandages on her face and part of her head shaved so Tony could to piece back together her scalp. Bruce crumbled. He had never felt such sadness sit so heavy on his heart. It was so dark and horrid for him that when he saw her the first time he fell to the ground and weeped. He was there for hours. His mind so dark and his heart so sad he couldn't get himself up.
A couple days later Clint who was worse then Nat woke up. Bruce has this overwhelming feeling of unfairness and jealously. He regrettably, wished it was Clint in the coma and not His Natasha. He regretted it the instant he thought it, but it was still there. "It was a trap. We were out gunned and out numbered. Everything happened so fast. Nat got hit in the head and I drug her off. I blacked out when she gained conscientiousness. The next thing I remember I was here." Clint explained to them when he got well enough. He's still healing but he's up and around helping pepper and Tony. Tony has been attached to Caria. He won't let the poor girl do anything without being a wreck about it. Bruce would take Caria down to see her mom. She could sit up all on her own and Pepper is feeding her baby food. Tony is hard to imagine being a father but it becomes easier to see it when he pampers Pregnant Pepper and watches over Caria while Bruce visits with Natasha. It's all very domestic if you ask me. Currently Bruce is sitting at Natasha's bed side as he often does but something seemed different. He held her hand and fiddled with her hair while telling her everything she had missed so far. When something marvelous happened. He had waited three long months just for this. Natasha squeezed his hand back as he pressed his normal goodnight kiss to her forehead. His hand in hers. It twitched. Bruce thought he'd imagined it. But when Nat coughed and her eyelids fluttered Bruce had never been more stunned in his life. "Bruce?" She croaked. He slowly lifts his hand to her face as her hazel eyes opened. His heart felt full as he peered into her eyes, the most beautiful eyes he had waited the longest three months to see. (And you think waiting for another season on Netflix is bad) "Nat." He breathed, his eyes watering and a smile on his face. "Why do I smell like rotten eggs." She asked wrinkling her nose. Bruce laughed as tears poured from his eyes. He leaned down pressing his lips to hers. And for the first time in three months she responded. When he pulled away Nat rested a hand on his face."How long have I been out..." She asked her face hardened. "Three months.." Tony responded whipping his eyes and squeezing his wife's hand. He couldn't stop smiling. He was okay! She'd woken up! "Caria..." she whispered covering her mouth her eyes watering. Bruce could see in her face she felt like a terrible mother. "You listen to me." He whipped her tears away, "don't you even think that for one second." He sounded firm and loving. The monitors continued to beep."Can I see her?" Natasha asked tears still pouring from her eyes. Bruce kissed her cheek and her nose."Absolutely." He pulled out his phone his other hand still wrapped tightly around Nat's afraid to let go and have this all be a dream. Tony picked up within two rings. The whole housing being on full alert that Tony always had his phone. "Hey Bruce everything all right? No Caria sweetie you can't put that in your mouth." Bruce smiled a bit. "Everything's fine Tony. Can you please bring Caria down?" There was some rattling on the other end of the phone and Bruce imagined it was him trying to gently take away whatever she had in her mouth without upsetting her. "Yeah we'll be right down." Tony hung up and Bruce smiled down at his wife who in turn smiled up at him. "My body hurts Bruce." Nat said closing her eyes in pain. Bruce's hard constricted. He froze not wanting to hurt her and not knowing what to do. She scooted over with much difficulty and then opened her sad eyes up to him. "Please come snuggle it away." She said. Bruce had forgotten how much of a badass his wife was because of the moments like this. He gently crawled next to her pulling her close gently. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and sighed. He kissed the top of her head gently. Tony came down stairs with little, dark curly haired Caria in a white dress. Her eyes the color of her mothers but her nose the shape of her fathers. "She's awake?!" Tony yelled. Bruce smiled and Nat reluctantly pulled back from Bruce. "Hey loser." She teased a small smile on her face.
