Oops, Wrong Number-- Irondad/Spiderson fanfiction

Chapter 5~~ О нет, малыш.

Nat's POV

"Mr Barton has entered the building, Ms Romanoff." Friday said.

I jumped to my feet and raced down to where Friday had told me they were going. The Med Bay. Was it that serious? I wondered as I sprinted down the empty corridors. Of course it was, otherwise Clint wouldn't have been in such a state when he left.

I reached the Med Bay in record time, but skidded to a halt when I saw Clint, fearless Clint, sitting on the bench outside the operating room, legs shaking nervously. I rushed over and knelt before him, clasping his bloody hands in mine. The crimson stains of blood contrasted evilly against his white T-shirt, (we were in a meeting so we dressed casually.) and I scanned over his body quickly for the source of the blood.

"It's not mine." he croaked, not even looking up. "it's uh, not mine." I sighed in relief, but then tensed up again. There was a lot of blood, who's ever it was, was clearly seriously injured. I asked the obvious question.

"Who's is it Clint?" he shook his head and jerked his thumb towards the door. "What does that mean Clint?"

He shrugged. "I'm not sure, he's um.. a teenager?"

"His name is Peter Parker, he's a 16 year old boy from Queens"

I turned to face Tony who was walking down the corridor, holding a file. "He lives with his Aunt May Parker, and goes to Midtown School of Science and Technology, with an IQ that rivals my own. Overall a pretty impressive kid." Tony nodded in approval.

Again, I asked the obvious question, "What about his parents?" Tony sighed quietly and handed me the file. My eyes started to tear up as I read.

Mother: Mary Parker- deceased.

Father: Richard Parker- deceased.

Other relatives: Benjamin Parker- deceased.

And the list went on, just listing the names of Peter's family, followed by 'deceased'. Poor kid, only fifteen..

Clint muttered under his breath, clearly having read over my shoulder. "What happened to him Clint? Why is his blood all over your clothes?" I questioned, already feeling bad for Peter.

"He was stabbed in an alley in Hell's Kitchen. Other than that I'm not sure." He replied sounding upset. What the hell was he doing in Hell's Kitchen?!?! That place is literally a haven of criminals.

I asked another question, already confused "How did you know he was there?" He gestured to Tony, who handed me a phone with an open conversation.

"I received a wrong number text, and then it escalated from there." Clint answered honestly as I skimmed through the messages. He sounded like a sweet but sassy kid. I liked him already.

"I know it's pathetic, " Clint sniffled, "I just hate seeing kids hurt." What a giant softie. i smiled at him, acknowledging his pain.

It was heart-aching seeing children hurt, but as a spy, I thought that my heart had turned to stone when it came to that. I was wrong.

When Bruce came out of the room an hour later, smiling sadly, I feared for the worst.

"He's going to be okay, Clint." he exclaimed. Sighs of relief were heard, but Bruce continued, "There was some internal bleeding but I sorted that out, but he's lost a lot of blood, and will be unconscious for a while." I nodded my head, it was understandable. The doctor led us inside the room, where the sleeping teenager lay. Remember when I said that I had a heart of stone? Yeah, no. He was literally the cutest thing I'd ever seen, with his fluffy brown hair, albeit stained with red, and adorable face, my heart literally wept for him. "О нет, малыш." I whispered. Clint glanced at me, he knew I only spoke Russian when I was distressed or upset.

Which I was.

A/N, i thought you'd like Nat's POV for this chapter. Oh yeah, О нет, малыш. means 'Oh No, baby boy.'

I'm using translate so correct me if that's wrong! ;)

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