Right or Wrong? {complete}

Marry me?

****jesus, i feel like I haven't updated in years. Anyways, enjoy, only two chapter left!"

Natasha POV

Will you marry me?"

"What?"

The comms go completely static now, but I force myself to ignore it.

"Yes." I feel the word slip out of my mouth.
All that answers me is the harsh estaticy noises.

"Yes!" I yell as tears continuously fall.

Again, instead of Steve's happy voice I only hear static. I notice the flashing lights, insinuating that we have lost contact with the quinjet.

"No...no." I hear myself mumble under my breath as silence fills my ears.

"No... No." I say, louder this time.

"Natasha.?" I hear Clint approach me.

"No. NO!" I hear myself yelling. My head spins in circles and I can't see straight.

He can't be.... no no.... we won... we always win. He promised. He promised that he would leave me.

"Tasha." Clint puts a hand on my shoulder.

"No! He can't leave! No!" My lips move as Clint tried to pull me away from the computer station. Surprising myself, I harshly shove him away.

"Steve? Did you hear me!? I said yes.... I did yes. Yes I will marry you. I do. Steve, I do." My voice helplessly starts as a yell and then ends as a whisper.

"Steve. Please say something. I will marry you. I will marry you. I will marry you. I will marry you..." I stutter the same words over and over in between ugly sobs.

I feel a pair of arms grab me and I don't recognize them.
"No! I have to find him! I have to!" I trash around, trying to get free as a sheen sweat breaks out on my forehead. Is this what a mental breakdown feels like? Is this what it feels like to have your heart ripped out? If so, I know the feeling too well.

Unsuccessfull with my previous attempts, I bite down on the agents hand. He screams and pulls away, dropping me. I look up only to see Clint walking towards me.

"Oh good.... listen Clint... you have to help me." I walk towards him. Only do I notice the look of guilt in his eyes when it's far too late.

"Sorry Tasha." He whispers before he jabs a needle into my neck.

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Lights. Bright. Bright lights. Headache. Needle. Clint. Betrayal. Hospital? Yes. Is it the same day? How long have I been out? Marry me?

I deduce my situation as that question rings in my head.

Marry me?

Marry me?

Marry me?

Yes. I will. I will marry you.

I said yes. I said yes, so where is he, where's Steve?
"I just want to hear your voice."
"Stay alive Steve. I'm coming."
"I don't think I can."
"Will you marry me?"
Memories flood back into my head like a wave washing over me.

I jolt up in the hospital bed and rip out the IV that's connected to my hand.

"No. No." I mumble as I start to run out of the room.

My legs give out on me just as I reach the door and I crumble to the floor.
"No."
I struggle to pull myself up. And this time I stagger walk until I'm back to main headquarters. I look down at what I'm wearing and see I'm still in my uniform, which means that it's the same day.