The Other Rogers | Natasha Romanoff

Ch 18

Next Day

I was at my desk working on some electrical circuits Stark needed help with while he works on other parts at his desk. Tony then picks up his phone as it rings.

"Hey.....What? Is she okay?...Ok we'll be right there." He answers and I look over to him in curiousity.

"It's Nat." He says and my heart drops.

We get into his car and drive off towards SHIELD HQ.

"Can you drive any faster Jr?" I ask looking around the streets.

"It's New York I'm driving as fast as I can." He says behind the wheel switching lanes.

We finally get there and head towards the infirmary where we see Wanda and Vision sitting in the waiting area. They stand up as they see us.

"Is she okay? Does she need blood? Does-

"Mason calm down she's fine. Breath. She's in the middle of surgery right now." Wanda says calmly.

"What happened?" Tony asks.

"Clint said she got shot on the left side of her hip." Vision informs us.

The others come to the waiting room coming back from checking on Natasha's surgery through a window.

"Where is Clint?" I ask the pair.

"He's in a room down there he also got hurt but not shot." Wanda says and I nod.

"I'm going to check on him." I say then leave towards where Wanda pointed to.

I walk into the room and see Clint sitting on a medical table a bit banged up getting cleaned up.

"Hey bird boy." I say softly with a smile.

"Hey." He smiles then winces.

"Are you okay?" I ask and he nods.

"Do you need anything?" I offer.

"I'm fine thanks." He says.

"I'm glad. I'm going to check on Natasha then." I tell him making him nod as I take my leave.

I go to the room and I look through the window and see Natasha going through surgery. I feel a presence next to me and I recognize the scent.

"Where do I sign?" I ask not taking my eyes off of Natasha.

"Beg pardon?" Fury asks raising an eyebrow.

"You know what I'm talking about." I sigh.

He turns to me.

"Why the change of heart?" He asks.

"I have a motive." I say licking my dry lips.

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The surgery was a success and I was in Natasha's hospital room waiting for her to wake up subconciously holding her hand.

She slowly wakes up and looks at our joint hands I immediately let go getting up to grab her a cup of water.

"How do you feel?" I ask sitting back down handing her the cup.

"Thanks, I'm a bit woozy but fine." She says taking a sip of water.

"The others should be coming in shortly. They were hungry and went to go get food." I explain.

"You weren't hungry?" She asks.

"I couldn't leave you to wake by yourself." I tell her.

"That didn't answer my question." She says.