Avenger or Assassin? (UNDERGOING HEAVY EDITING)

Please, I'm Broken

{Natasha}

I awoke in medical, a thousand tubes sticking out of different places. I felt my face. I had oxygen tubes in my nose, an IV in my arm, and a hydration system on my hand. I was covered with a light white sheet, and there was a bright fluorescent light over my head.

"You're awake, sleepy," Cap said. He was sitting on a metal chair.

"How long have I been out? Any crazy shit happen while I was asleep?" My voice was low and raspy. I coughed. "What happened?" The light hurt my head, making it throb. I cleared my throat again, sending knives down it.

"You were the crazy shit that happened. And you were out for a few days at least. We were up on the roof early in the morning, and then you basically went into a seizure. You passed out, I ran you down to medical and got you all hooked up on machines. Something's poisoning you."

"What?"

"Yeah, something's poisoning you. We have you on whatever you put Tony on back when you were his assistant Natalie. It's not working as well, but it's holding it at bay. Bruce is already in the lab running tests on everything injected into you in the last month or so. He'll be back in a few minutes with the results."

I tried to stay awake, but I couldn't keep my eyes open. I wasn't breathing well. "What's going to happen next?"

"I'm not sure yet. I-" Bruce burst in at that very moment. He constantly had impeccable timing for everything.

"It's my serum," he said. "Some ingredient wasn't right. It's the thing that is poisoning her. I'm so sorry, Natasha. I'm working on fixing it as we speak. I'm also working on an antidote. We'll need to stop it. It's going to kill you if we don't."

"Shit, shit, shit," I swore under my breath. This never happened before. My immune system wasn't even fighting it off. This was some serious poison.

The day passed quite calmly, even with all the doctors running around me taking notes and sticking needles in my arms and pulling tubes out and repeatedly rolling me on my side to check the poison network. I'd seen it several times, as it was my body. It was a motherboard of purple and blue veins, with no starting point. That night, I laid there in the room alone. Steve had been sent on a mission by Fury in the afternoon and wasn't expected to return for a day at least.

"Natalia..."

Something hissed. I twitched. This couldn't happen again.

"Natalia..."

It said something in Russian, and I knocked out stone cold.

{Natalia}

I awoke in a white bed in a cold room. There were no lights in the room, but the hallway lights outside were brightly shining. It couldn't get through my curtain, but no matter. I couldn't be back in training. I graduated a long time ago. Where was Agent James?

A hundred tubes ran out of me, and several needles were injected in my arm and leg. I ripped them all out, letting the wounds bleed openly. I'd take care of them later. I took the oxygen tube out of my nose and let them hang by the bed. I slid out of bed. I heard distant voices, but they weren't saying anything important. I crawled around the room in the dark, searching for a weapon.

My hands trembled over a large scalpel. I picked it up, along with a needle-tip syringe, and pulled the door open. The first doctor I came across yelled something, but I pushed him up against the wall, scalpel to his throat. "Shut up," I hissed. He put his hands above his head and slid down the wall, landing on his knees. I slit his throat and moved on.