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Chapter 19: Escape

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Steve left me in the hospital bedroom due to a knock on the door. Clint walked in after Steve left and we sat talking.
"Hey, you ready to go?" Clint smiled.
"Yeah, I just wish Steve would stay long enough for me to get discharged." I said, forcing a smile.
"I'm sure he will be waiting upstairs for you when you come through the elevator."
"I'm sure he will."

Bruce walked through the door, he looked happy to see me, which is surprising since I havent spoken to him in 4 weeks!
"Hey Nat! You look better than you did a few weeks ago!"
"I feel much better." I said, again forcing a smile. I just wanted Steve hear with me, not him.
"Clint, is it okay if I have some time to talk to Nat when I take her back to our apartment?" Bruce turns to Clint. Clint looks at me, he knows there is no other way because I'm going to have to face him at some point.
"Yeah sure! I'll take the stairs." Clint says, faking a smile. We all fake everything around Bruce because we know he hates the truth, we all suffer in this alternative reality where the truth is a burden to his highness (Bruce).

Bruce and Clint help me Stand up even though I can walk around fine on my own. They eventually let me go and I walk to the reception of the care unit to get discharged, I sign two forms saying something that I couldn't care to read, there just medical forms. We walked over to the elevator and the doors opened. Clint Hugged me and gave me a reassuring squeeze telling me that if I ever need him, he will always be there, I returned the squeeze as a thank you and we parted. Me and Bruce walked on to the elevator in silence.

The doors slowly shut in front of us, I watched the numbers increased to my floor. I felt Bruce's hand tightly grab my arm and he pulled me close to him. He had an angry look of betrayal on his face, I knew what was coming.
"So, Honey, you and Steve? Huh?" He turned me around and pushed into the wall of the elevator, my skull collided with the elevator railings and I lost my balance. I fell, pain rushed through my body. I had an automatic headache, it felt like someone was throwing bricks at my head, constantly.
"You think you can cheat on me? You think you got a chance with Steve? Your a fucking monster. Your lucky I love you because no other sucker will!" He leaned over me, I was lying on the ground, trying to get up but I had no balance.
"We arent together!" I stuttered, trying to sit up right, I managed to get my self to sit and I saw the look in Bruce's eyes. I didn't recognize this. I didn't know who this was, this was the real Bruce.
"Sure, come on! Get the fuck up and act pretty till we get back to our apartment sweetie! Try covering your black eye from your fall!" His voice was sarcastic, he dragged me up right and I went a bit dizzy. The elevator pinged and Bruce pushed me out the lift. Steve and Tony were standing outside Steve's apartment door, I was basically being rammed towards the apartment door. I couldn't fight back, I'm still weak from my surgery. As Bruce fumbled with the door key, I quickly locked eyes with Steve. His eyes were happy, relieved, he looked relaxed. Then he noticed the black bruise surrounding my eyes and he tensed, his face went from relief to anger. I saw his fist clench from the corner of my eye. He must have seen through the mask I put on, he must have seen the pain in my eyes and the stress in my body. Before I knew it, I was pushed inside the apartment.

My headache got worse and worse. Everytime Bruce yelled at me, I felt another brick thrown at my head. I didn't listen to what he was saying, I couldn't piece it together. I was a mess, sitting with my back against the wall, Bruce hanging over me pointing his fingers at me. I don't remember how I got here but I'm now in the living room, I must have crawled away. But again I had my back against the wall, I felt helpless.

I heard yelling next door. I heard Steve's voice. He was pissed. I think he said "GO!" But I might be wrong. He must have known that Bruce was the cause of my eye and I think he is going to know he is the cause of a few other bruises I gained in the last ten minutes, plus a stab wound from a kitchen knife on my arm.

Bruce was kneeling in front of me, now. He reached his hand and grasped around my arm where the knife would was. I winced in pain, I tried to fight it but I couldn't. I couldn't fight back. My strength was gone. He pulled me towards him.
"Your always going to be that sad little girl who killed innocents just to save yourself. Your a monster." My back slammed against the wall. He got to his feet and walked out the apartment.

Tears were rolling down my face. After about 30 seconds of realising he wasn't going to come back for a while, I began trying to stand up. I put my hand on the table and pulled myself up. Once I was upright, I put pressure on my right leg and I knew something was broken. I looked down and saw my ankle bone where it was not meant to be. I held on to whatever I could, knowing pressure on my foot could completely ruin my ankle. I hopped through the apartment, keeping the walls close by. I saw my jacket, grabbed it and put it on, I felt pain rush through my body but I just wanted to get out. I put it on and hopped to the door.

I twisted the door handle and thankfully, it was open! I hopped as far as I could down the corridor till I heard Bruce's voice coming down the corridor. I stupidly began hopping to Steve's room, I twisted the door handle and thankfully it was open. I hopped in and shut the door.

End of Escape