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Chapter 17: Awake.

*Natasha's Point of View*

At first, every sound was a blur. I couldn't quite piece together who was with me or who wasn't. I didn't want to open my eyes until the voices became clearer. Then it hit me like a truck, the pain spread through my body like ocean waves cross the sea. The voices became clearer, and clearer. I still couldn't quite piece together what they were saying but I know Clint was there, and ... and Steve! I really wanted to open my eyes but I didnt have any control. All I could see was black, like I'd been swallowed into a black whole and now I had to find my way out to see the people I care about, I hope Bruce isn't there.

The door creaks open and I hear footsteps heading my way.
"How is she?" It was Tony.
"She's stable." Clint said, it sounds like he was worried.
"How is he?" Tony asked, I presume he was talking about Steve. I felt a hand on top of mine as my feeling slowly started to come back.
"He is worried sick. He feels responsible, he just wants to know she's okay. He also finally fell asleep after 48 hours." Clint said. I can't open my eyes if he is asleep! He hasn't slept in 48 hours! He shouldn't feel Responsible! It was my choice to save him, it was my choice to take the bullets.

After an hour of listening to Clint and Tony talk, they mentioned how Bruce hadn't been down since I got out of Surgery and how he hasn't seen me yet. And as it's a maximum of 3 in the room, not including me, he cant come in so when I wake up, I can be with Steve without hiding it away.

I feel my strength start to come back to me, I regain control of my body and I can open my eyes. I open my eyes to be blinded by the lighting. Clint noticed me wake up and turned his attention straight to me and so did Tony. I tensed my hand and Steve woke up, slowly lifting his head off my hospital bed.
"Hey! Nat, how are you feeling?" Steve says as soon as he realises I'm awake.
"I've been better." I croaked, my voice broke at least three times in those three words. He laughs, his smile looks relieved, probably because I'm not dead! I try to laugh but it hurts so I attempt to smile instead.
"Where is Bruce?" I ask, hoping that he isn't here.
"Not here." Tony says, his brown eyes gathered tears but none fell.
"Good." I say and the boys laugh. I attempt to sit up but as soon as I started to, I was held down by all three of the boys, pain flushed through me as I lifted my back and they must have seen that and tried to keep my down.
"Don't sit up yet. Your not healed enough. You were shot, twice. You need to rest." Steve looks at me, his hair disheveled and his eyes lost in mine. Clint and Tony realised we were lost in eachothers eyes.
"We're going to give you some space, I'm glad to see your good Nat." Tony said dragging Clint out of the room.
"Don't do that again. Please! You gave me a heart attack!" Clint said leaving the room and the door shut behind him. I laughed at his remark.

We were alone. Steve leaned over to kiss my forehead but I stopped him by kissing his lips. He hesitated at first but relaxed when he realised I only wanted him. Only him. Our mouths stayed together for as long as they could until we both had to breathe. We let go and caught our breathe.
"You have no idea how bad I feel." Steve said looking down at the ground once he sat back down on the chair.
"Just don't. It was my choice to dive in front of you." I snapped back, trying to make him see that it's not his fault.
"But your hurt! It should've been me!" He said.
"It was my choice." I put my hand over his and I looked directly into those Ocean eyes. He smiled, I love it when he smiles. I smiled back.
"So when can I leave this hell-whole?" I asked, laughing.
"Err... 3-4 weeks..." Steve said looking down, disappointed.
"YOU WHAT?" 3-4 weeks! Your kidding me!
"I'm sorry. You did die 3 times in your surgery which did take 12 hours." He said, trying to calm me down.
"Guess I should get comfy." I said, smiling. He smiled back and his eyes twinkled when he did. "Your shattered, go back to your apartment and sleep." I say, nodding for him to leave.
"I'm not leaving you." He replies, stubborn.
"At least go clean yourself up, you've not showered or shaved in at least 2 days. Honestly, I'll be fine!" I smile, trying to get him to get some rest! I'm glad to have him by my side but he does need a break.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! You stink!" We both laugh and he stands up and grabs his coat. His lips press against my forehead and leaves. As the door shuts, I close my eyes to rest myself ready for Steve's return, he can't be here and sit in silence. What if Bruce turns up? I'm so sorry, Steve.

End of Awake