Right or Wrong? {complete}

Physical Therapy

                        Natasha(POV)
I wake up to bright lights. I jump up to a sitting position right as a nurse walks in. "Oh sweetie you are still in a bad condition we're gonna need you to stay lying down and get some rest." She coes with an exaggerated fake smile.

Dispute her protests I get up anyways. A sharp unbearable pain ripples through my body because of the movement. I can't help but let out a gasp. "Yes that feeling is your 5 broken ribs and multiple fractures. So we're going to need you to get back in the bed." She says again playing baby with me. "Where is he!?" I yell at her. My throat feels like it's on fire. "Ma'am you are in a hysterical condition please get back in the-" she is interrupted when I bend my arm and push her by her neck against the wall.

"Ma'am please-" she tried again. "Listen lady I feel like a building just fell on me. But you know what!? It doesn't matter because he might have not made it. He could be dead! Do you understand!?" I spit at her. Her eyes fill with tears and she slowly nods her head in fear. "So I need you to get your little friend over there to tell me where Steve Rogers is." I gesture to the man at a computer at the front desk. "Are we clear?" I struggle to hide my pain. But I need to find him. I drop the nurse to the ground as she holds her neck.

I shoot her a look and she quickly walks to the front desk and says something to the man. I see fear on the mans face and know they are about to do something. I see the man place his hand on a phone. "I suggest you don't call security."

They looked shocked when is say it so I know they were going to. "I may have a few broken bones but that doesn't change the fact that I could kill you in more ways than you can count right here, right now. So I suggest you take your hand off the phone and give me what I asked for or else I get to have a little fun." The man sides his hand off the phone and says "107." I smirk at the man "Spoilsports." And then I take off frantically looking for Steve's room.

I finally find the room and slowly walk in. "Natasha-" he slowly opens his eyes and tries to smile. "Hey soldier." I sit in the chair next to his bed. "Sam visited me and I have to admit I'm a little mad at you." He shakes his head at me. "What do you mean?" I ask raising an eyebrow at him. "He told me that you have 5 broken ribs and multiple fractures." He explained. "And?" I ask. "You told me you could walk." He shakes his head again.

"Steve, you worry to much. It's nothing I haven't dealt with millions of times before." I give a slight laugh. "Natasha-" He says with disapproval. I interrupt him again "Scoot over." I lightly shove his arm. He slide to the far side of the bed with a groan and opens his arm invitingly.

I climb on the bed and lay my head on his chest. Just then a nurse walks in. I recognize him as the man at the desk. He takes one look and me and practically runs out the room. "You want to explain Romanoff?" Now he raises an eyebrow. "It's a story for another time."

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"I need surgery? How can I need surgery?" I ask the nurse. "A broken fragment of your rib has moved and it will further damage your body if we don't remove it." She responds.

"After the surgery how long will I have to stay here?" The nurse looks at me calmly. And then I spot her SHIELD badge. Good I think. She knows about my serum. "Just a few days miss Romanoff but you will be required to do physical therapy." She whispers worriedly. "I don't need physical therapy." I say sharply. "The orders came directly from Fury. He says you can't get back into the field until you do." She replies sternly. "That son of a-" The nurse cuts me off. "Surgery starts at 5."

I wake up a few times during the surgery. Thanks to my serum the drugs don't have much effect on me. Which means more pain. I wake to see multiple doctors surrounding me and bright lights. And then it fades out again. This repeats for the whole session.

This time when I wake I see not doctors but Steve. He smiles when he sees me open my eyes. "So I guess I'll be seeing you in therapy."
"I guess so." I manage a smile. "How do you feel?" He asks concerned. "I'm not so worried about me. What about you? I heard you had to do another surgery." Sam visited me as well and told me part of Steve's gun shot wound had reopened. "I'm alright. Just glad to see you."

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I walk in the gym as Steve is wrapping his hands. "Ready to get your asked kicked Rogers?" I ask smirking at him. "I'm not too worried. The doctor told us to take it slow remember?" He smiles. "Well then you should remember I'm not very good at taking orders."

I throw a kick at Steve but he quickly blocks it. "You're getting better." I smirk at him catching him off guard and then punching him in the stomach. "Not that better though." He throws a punch at me "Don't get too confident Romanoff." I grab his arm and use it to boost me onto his shoulders.

He pulls my arms causing me to slip down. I put a leg above his un-injured knee as I knee him in the back. With some sort of burst of power he flips me over him but I quickly land on my feet, flip over his arm and swipe his feet from under him in one swift motion. He lands on his back with a wince. "You really don't take it easy do you?" I pin his arms down but before I pin his legs he kicks me off and pins me.

"Wait!" I call out in panic. "Are you-" He starts but I interrupt him by lifting my head up quickly kissing his lips. Instinctively he lets go of my arms and cups my face.

Now free, I twist his arms and flip him off me. Then I lean back into my hands and push my self to standing. I have to admit that this little work out hurt quite a lot. "That's cheating Nat." Steve wheezes out. "Not cheating. Just using my advantages and finding your weakness. It's called a hustle sweetheart." I inform as I help him up.

He laughs but shakes his head. "Still unfair but anyways do you want to grab some lunch downstairs?" He asks. "Last one there pays." I add and he nods his head in agreement. I turn to take off running but he grabs my arm and stops me. I squirm and shoot him a look. "It's called a hustle sweetheart." I look at him confused and then my eyes go wide in realization as he kisses me deeply. He pulls away leaving me out of breath and starts running. You are going to regret that Rogers I think to myself but smile.