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Kara and Steve watched as the surgeons operated on Fury. Steve seemed calm, but Kara was practically shaking.
Natasha rushed in, also watching the surgery. The three of them were silent. They just stood there, watching.
"Is he gonna make it?" Natasha finally asked.
"I don't know," Steve said.
"Tell me about the shooter."
"He's fast. Strong. Had a metal arm."
Hill walked to the window, standing beside the three of them.
"Balistics?" Natasha asked.
"Three slugs, no rifling. Completely untraceable," Hill answered.
"Soviet-made," Natasha said.
Hill turned her head and looked at Natasha. "Yeah."
"He's in V-tach," a male nurse said.
Monitors started beeping rapidly. "Crash cart coming in," a female nurse said.
"Nurse, help me with the drape," the doctor said.
"BP's dropping," the male nurse said.
"Defibrillator!" the doctor exclaimed.
"Fight, Fury, fight," Kara said, lowly.
"Don't do this to me, Nick," Natasha said.
Kara took Natasha's hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.
They watched as the surgeons try to revive him, not getting a pulse. They turned the voltage up to 200 and tried again. Nothing.
Kara started to tear up as she watched them scramble to get epinephrine injected into his IV. Still no pulse.
"Don't do this to me, Nick. Don't do this to me," Natasha mumbled.
The team of surgeons slowed to a stop. Kara's eyes widened and she slowly let go of Natasha's hand.
Steve turned away from the window as the doctor asked for the time.
A single tear slid down Kara's cheek. "1:03, Doctor," the female nurse reported.
"Time of death, 1:03 a.m.," the doctor said. Hill walked out of the room, leaving only Natasha and Kara.
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Walking away from Sam, Harley started giggling. She made her way to the bathroom where she burst into hysterics. Fits of uncontrollable laughter erupted from the stall she was in.
After her laughing died down, Harley exited the stall and got herself together. Her stomach hurt from laughing so much. She walked out of the bathroom, seeing a familiar red-haired woman standing with her back turned to her.
"Nat?" Harley said. Natasha turned around making eye contact with Harley.
"What are you doing here?" Natasha asked.
"My godson was in an accident," Harley said.
"I didn't know you had a godson," Natasha said. "Or that you were alive."
"I can explain that, but why are you here? Did something happen?" Harley asked.
Natasha looked like she wanted to answer, but she hesitated, eyes starting to fill with tears. She looked away from Harley, not wanting to answer.
"I get it if you don't want to talk about it," Harley said. "Do you need a hug at least?"
Harley stepped closer to Natasha and hugged her, not caring if she was hugged back or not.
"Harley!" a voice called out. Harley let go of Natasha and turned around and saw a worried Damien standing there. "What happened? Is Vic okay? How bad is it? I came over here as fast as I could--"
"Damien, slow down," Harley said, trying to calm him down.
"Please, just tell me," Damien said.
"He's alive," Harley said vaguely. She didn't want to tell Damien about Victor's legs, but she knew she had to. Harley sighed. "They had to amputate his legs. Sam and I are still waiting to see him."
"How long have you been here?"
"About an hour."
Harley let out a dry chuckle as she sat down. She held her head in her hands. "I was supposed to protect him and I can't even do that. I promised Elinore I would."
"You didn't know that this was going to happen. It was an accident," Natasha spoke up. "You can't blame yourself for something you had no control over."
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A/N: This chapter is very short, but it's whatever
