I'm Iron Man, And I'm Agent Coulson

Chapter 48 Fury's Dead, and we're on the Run

For almost eight hours Nat, Steve and I paced near the viewing window of Fury's hospital room, while Maria made phone calls, and tried to get to as much info as possible. Both her and Nat questioned us about what happened, and we both explained everything, along with the discovery of the Winter Soldier, who shot Fury in the first place.
We actually reiterated the story quite a few times to both of them, and while Maria took our info and relayed it to SHIELD, Natasha continued to ask questions, waiting for me or Steve to change our story, but we didn't, because we had no reason to lie about what happened.
Our director was hiding out in Steve's apartment, covered in scrapes, and bruises, which we later learned came from an earliee attack on Nick's vehicle, in broad daylight by supposed police officers, or men posing as police officers. We all knew NYPD wouldn't fire on one unknown vehicle and risk public safety, but there were no traces left behind. By the time SHIELD and actual police arrived on the scene, Fury was gone, and any and all traces of the crime scene had been cleaned up.
Neither Steve or myself knew why or when Fury arrived in New York, but from there Fury must have taken shelter in the only place in the near vicinity, which happened to be Steve's apartment. Once we arrived, after a brief chat with Cap's new spying neighbor, which also begged for answers, Fury was shot.
I told both Maria and Tasha what Fury said about trust, before going into what we saw on the roof, a few buildings away.
Natasha tried to remain stoic once I mentioned the Winter Soldier, but her hand twitched, slightly, and she wiped her face. She knew firsthand how dangerous he was, and if he was here, then this situation was more dire than just Fury, involving players who had yet reveled themselves, but I knew they would, soon.

"Nat, you've been on your feet for the last eight hours, do you want me to get you anything?" I asked, and wrapped my arms around my stomach.
Through all that, the burn never left my body, and flexed as spec ops members began filtering into the room, glancing over both Steve and I, before taking up positions near all the exits, as if to keep anyone from leaving. They too asked us what happened, but our stories remained the same. It made me extremely uncomfortable and restless, but I kept my eyes on all of them, watching, becoming more irritable as hours passed us by.

I looked up at Steve, but he was constantly assessing our surroundings, and gauging everyone's movements as they walked by. It was a waiting game for all of us, and unfortunately we weren't aware of how the board was rigged to play.

His eyes briefly met mine, before Tasha began pacing again, relaying his own discomfort, and tension, but I was already out of my seat and moving closer to him and Tasha, standing guard.
After eight hours my body was near its breaking point, and Rumlow's fixed gaze on all of us alluded to more than just protection, or curiosity, but something else, and the familiar alarms in my brain only became louder.

The three of us stood near the viewing window, observing numerous doctors and surgeons work on Fury, but the outlook became more dire as time passed by. The machines were the only thing keeping his failing body alive, and the thought of losing someone else, made me sick with grief and dread.

"Natalia, ty menya slyshal (did you hear me)?" I murmured softly in her native language, as one of Brock's men passed behind us. My body reacted to the leery look on his face, but I focused on Nat's tension, keeping my anger from boiling over, but this setup was wrong, and Brock's men made me extremely uneasy, and extremely angry.
"Come on, come on," Nat whispered next to me, and shook her head, but I grabbed her hand and gave it a reasurring squeeze.
Clint and I alone knew just how important Fury was to her. It may have been Clint who pulled her into SHIELD, but it was the new Assistant Director, at the time, who took her under his wing, treating her more like a crazed daughter than a soldier. He gave her the ability to right her wrongs, to clear out some of ledger, and because of that, she went out of her way to make sure she earned his trust, she needed it, after a lifetime of blood.