Natasha gets fatally injured on a mission and Steve finally accepts he's in love with the spy, will he even get the chance to tell her?
(Everyone looks will be how they are in infinity war except nats hair will be how it is in the winter soldier!)
this is my first steve/Nat Fanfiction please review!
Natasha watched through dust and rubble from behind a car that was now just scraps. There stood the target, red rooms newest leader, Alexander Chickova. She felt sick to her stomach as she reflected on her time in that wretched place. She recalls all the lives she took, and the humanity taken from her. And, eight feet in front of her stood the man now doing the same to innocent girls. She just wanted to see him dead, however no one seemed to be doing anything. She raised her gun, when she realized that her angle wasn't good and she could miss which would give him a window to attack. On top of a building to the right was Clint, armed and ready, Bruce standing at his side. Tony and Thor has been creeping about, as Wanda and Peter watched from the nineteenth floor of a hotel. Steve stood to her left, he was hiding in an alley armed with his shield. Steve. She would be damned if anyone with affiliation to red room touched a hair on his head, yeah he could handle it, but could she? They took her lively hood, but they would not take him. With these thoughts in her mind, she knew it was now or never. She leapt forward, and everyone stared in disbelief.
"Hey!" She yelled.
Alexander's cold grey eyes met her emerald ones. She raised her gun, about a two feet away from him, right between the eyes. Before anyone could register the situation, a loud "bang" filled the air, followed by six more. And next, Natasha was laying on the ground. She was hit.
The first bullet: lodged itself into the left side of her torso,
Second: struck her in the hip bone,
Third: her thigh,
Fourth: knee,
Fifth: Tore through he calf,
Sixth: her ankle.
Between shot two and three when she started to collapse she mustered the energy to pull the trigger. The positioning of her fall and when she released sent a bullet tearing through his chest, and slicing his heart. She couldn't tell if she hit him or not, hell she couldn't even register her being shot. She hit the ground, hard. Trying to use her arm to brace herself, but failed breaking the bone. Next, her head hit the concrete calling for a massive headache instantly. Suddenly the world started slipping away, her vision is blurred, and everything was spinning. She was awake but couldn't comprehend the injuries she sustained, she felt weightless. Upon the initial fire everyone sprinted into action. Clint was coming down from the building, as Wanda and Peter just stared beating Alexander. They didn't know why they beat him, even thought he was dead. But all they knew that blood was shed, and Nat's blood was on his hands. Steve ran over to her body on the rubble, as Tony called for a paramedic. The soldier scooped her into his lap, as he knelt next to her body. Her eyes were growing heavy, and were threatening to close at any given second.
"Hey! Stay awake!" Steve yelled with panic, as he shook her.
He tried his best to keep her going by pressing his hands to her wounds to stop some blood. But the blood was everywhere.
"You're-you're bleeding." She whispered.
He stared at her, a single tear streamed down his face.
"No Nat, it's not m-" he started to tell her his voice completely full of agony.
She cut him off.
"Steve, whoever did this to you, I'm gonna..." she said until she started choking on the blood pooling at her mouth.
"I'm gon-" she tried again, until her eyes shut.
"Nat no!" He said cupping her cheeks.
"Don't go, I need you." He whispered softly as the paramedics loaded her into a helicopter.
Steve sat in a pool of blood weeping quietly. Clint did the same, watching from a few feet behind. The archer etched forward and placed a hand on his friends hand seeking comfort. Upon the contact both men shut their eyes as pain washed over them.
"Barton, Rogers." Tony started seriously.
"I'm sorry but we gotta go." He finished sadly.
It has been rare to see Tony distraught, but it was evident he was and was doing his best to be sympathetic towards his friends. Upon Tony's words, Steve stood slowly and they all made pace to the quinjet. Peter sat next to Wanda, as the teen sobbed loudly. Over the past year since Peter has become apart of the team, Nat took him under her wing. She felt that Peter deserved proper care and training, something she never had the opportunity of having. Who knew, the clumsy kid and world class spy shared a mother and son like relationship. They adored each other, and no doubt he was upset. He was only a kid, he didn't know how to keep it all in like the rest of them, even though at any moment they would all burst into tears. No one dared to speak, but ten minutes later the jet landed and everyone bolted to the medical wing. Banner was admitted clearance right away to help asses the situation, and lend a hand. Everyone else sat and waited silently. It was odd. They were all hero's, with unnatural abilities. But moments such as these, just sitting and waiting, they felt utterly weak. Steve's head was in his hands, until he looked up to see a tear escape Tony's eyes. Suddenly, the tension broke as someone spoke.
"I um... should probably fill some people in." Tony sniffled excusing himself.
Iron Man found himself in a vacant hallway where he pulled out his phone.
To: Pepper Potts, Maria Hill, Sam Wilson, Nick Fury, and James Rhodes.
Medical wing now. It isn't looking good.
He clicked send, and reality set in. Natasha could die. Attempting to push the negative thought from his mind he joined the group again. He looked at all of them, covered in dirt and blood.
"Maybe we should get changed. When she wakes up, she shouldn't have to find us drenched in her blood." He states softly.
"If..." a voice rang out.
The voice belonged to young Peter Parker. They all looked at him puzzled.
"You said when she wakes up. Don't you mean if." He said more as a statement then a question, a bit harshly.
The remark shocked the group. Peter was very well respectful, polite and complied to every task he was given, just wanting to do his best
"Kid..." Tony started.
"No!" Spider-Man yelled calling for everyone's attention.
"We all just stood there and watched. She can't heal as fast as us. We are her team. We should've helped!" He exclaims drawing in a breath.
"Peter," Wanda said trying to calm him.
"No! You can move things with your mind, you're a god damn god, you fly around in an iron suit, you can kill anyone from hundreds of yards away, and you, you're supposed to be some super soldier!" He said pointing at everyone in the room.
"Maybe If I shot at him sooner, then maybe I, or she..." he stuttered becoming hysterical.
No one was angry at the rant. If anything they felt guilty and heart broken when Peter said the unspoken. They all knew well she could defend herself, but after all they are a team and should've had her back. Tony grabbed Peters shoulders gently and ushered him to the elevators. Assuming they were going to change, everyone followed suit, everyone except Steve. He couldn't find himself to leave. Barton told Steve he would grab him something, and Steve nodding indicating he heard. After the rest of the hero's had left, he found a shower in a near by room. He decided to make use and wash the blood off. When he stepped into the shower he broke down seeing the red of her blood wash over the white porcelain. It should've been him he thought to himself. He would've recovered, and she wouldn't have to have yet another thing go wrong in her life, tainting her remarkable personality. Steve grew close to her, and after moving in next door he heard the sobs through his door during the night. He sits and recalls on one of their encounters...
Steve heard thumps through the walls. He figured maybe she had dropped something, or fell off the bed. But as the minutes past and they didn't stop he was growing concerned. The solider throws the covers back, and finds himself in-front of her door.
"Nat?" He says knocking.
When she hearts his call from behind the wood, she is flung into a panic. She can't let him see her like this.
"I'm fine! Go back to bed!" She exclaimed trying not to sound miserable, and fails.
"Nat..." Steve starts again.
No answer. So Steve uses his shoulder and bangs the door open. The scene in front of him is disturbing and heartbreaking. All over the floor are clothes, the book shelf was knocked over, broken glass on the tile floor, and sitting on the bed stripped of sheets was the spy, curled into a ball.
"What happened?" He asked gently now making way to her.
"I thought they were coming." She said sounding exhausted.
Steve knew that they were red room.
"Why do you think that?" He said sitting next to her.
"I had a dream that they bugged me and showed up and tried to make me kill all of you..." she said letting a tear escape her eye.
Once the warmth was on her cheek she wiped the water away hoping he didn't notice.
"Nat, they won't get you." He assured her.
"And how do you know that?" She asked her eyes finally meeting his.
"Because we, I, won't let them." He stated.
He then hugged her, and moments later they pulled away.
"Let me help you clean up." He said making his way from the bed and began folding her clothes.
She nodded in response and stood there, but she didn't move.
"Steve." She spoke.
He turned back to look at her dark green eyes.
"I'm not going to let them get you either." She said with so much determination and honesty. There was so much vulnerability and care in her voice.
Steve smiled softly, and that's when he knew the small crush on his partner, was so much more than a school boy fantasy.
Steve was drawn from his thoughts when the water started to get cold. So he got out of the shower and changed into grey sweats and a white t shirt. He observed himself in the mirror looking as tired as he felt, also making sure his beard didn't get out of control. He wasn't sure about it at first but Nat told him one day that it looked good, and that's all he needed to hear, so he kept it. Steve exited the small bathroom back into the waiting room where his friends had changed into lounge clothes looking just as tired and devastated. After sitting for another five minutes, the door that led into ICU/surgery area swung open. Steve sprung from his chair and came face to face with none other than Bruce Banner, his scrubs were blood spattered and he looked upset. Everyone did as Steve and stood, circling the doctor. Wanda grabbed Peters hand, knowing he would need comfort for whatever was to come. Bruce looked down to the blood on his gloves and spoke sadly.
"Six bullets, a broken arm, and concussion..." he stated.
Steve felt actual pain at the words, his chest twinging and eyes shutting sadly. The solider wished that Alexander was still alive just so he could cause the devil a long painful death that he deserved.
"First bullet ripped her kidney open, so we had to remove it. Second shattered her left hip bone, but we were able to do what we could and screwed it all back. The third..." he chuckled darkly.
"There were complications..." he began.
"Complications? What do you mean!" Barton yelled.
"She was shot in the thigh and the bullet hit a major artery, resulting in immense blood loss. We lost her..."
At the word lost all their heads hung low. Tony shut his eyes to stop the tears, Clint pulled Peter into a hug, while Steve found himself unable to breathe.
"But, we managed to revive her." The doctor assured.
They all sighed in relief.
"And the other bullets?" Wanda asked curiously.
"Her knee cap is shattered, calf muscle is torn, and her ankle is practically split in two. We can probably operate later to fix it but don't want her to loose anymore blood for now." He said cringing at the damage done.
"What can we do? Give blood... anything?" Hawkeye asked with determination.
"That's the thing, we aren't sure what super serum or spider blood will do to her vitals so we are getting a supply in from a nearby hospital."
"When will she wake up?" Steve finally spoke for the first time since the incident.
"Hours, weeks, months... it depends when she wants to wake up." Bruce whispered knowing the audience would be unhappy with the realization.
"Months?" Clint yelled frustrated, kicking over a chair.
"There may be one way to get a range of when she might want to come back. I'm not sure if it'll work but we can try. " Bruce explained.
"Whatever it is, we will do it." Wanda demanded.
"Good, cause it involves you Wanda." Bruce said pointing to the witch.
"I think through your abilities you will be able to reach her in her sleeping form, like a dream. It's a stretch, but."
"I'll do it." Wanda declared confidently.
Bruce and Wanda exited the waiting room, vanishing behind the door.
And for the third time today Steve Rogers, super solider, American hero, avenger, felt completely useless. All he could do now was pray that the woman he had deep feeling for would wake up.
A/N: please review! I love these two, I'm not trying to portray Nat or anyone as weak but I feel like when stakes are high truths come out. Also Peter shares a sister relationship with Wanda not romantic just to confirm!