❝You get hurt, hurt 'em back. You get killed... walk it off. ❞
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IMAGINE NATASHA WORRYING ABOUT YOU WHEN YOU GET HURT ON A MISSION.
Natasha was about halfway through her mission when her phone started chiming. She looked at the caller I.D. frowning when she saw it was Tony's own phone number. Why would he call her in middle of a mission? He knew her life could be at stake, then why would he do it?
Natasha clicked the answer button and held the phone up to her ear, swallowing a string of profanities.
"Hi. Please be quick, because I've got their eyes on me," she answered, slightly confused.
"Hey. Listen, before you start yelling away at me, can we talk about Y/N? She's been through much while you were gone," his voice on the other end of the call spoke.
"Tony, what happened?" Natasha asked, fiddling her fingers and shutting her eyes tightly. She stood up from the bench she was sitting on, making herself visible to her enemies. Listening a heavy sigh from the other side of the line, she snapped. "Tony."
Silence fell on the line, making Natasha pace around the café while Tony thought how to tell her the bad news.
"We screw up. Y/N fell in a coma, Nat," Tony finally spoke. "A HYDRA agent hit her bike and almost rolled her over. I'm sorry."
His confession cut her to the core, and she let out an involuntary cry, which she muffled with her hand. She was your mentor and you were dying. She was supposed to accompany you on missions like that. There was something so pitiful in that, and she didn't know how to respond.
Natasha hung her head low while her cheeks went wet. She couldn't believe this was happening. Her phone hung low, too, and Tony was still on the other line. She could hear his voice talking about how sorry he was and that he was trying his best to wake you up with the help of Doctor Cho. Still, Natasha hung up the call and began to rock herself back and forth.
"Please wake up...please wake up," she muttered to herself as if it was a mantra.
