It's Never Lupus
A/N: I own no one. If I did, I would tell you. All I own is the idea for this story. Reviews are most welcome.
5 Months after the defeat of Loki:
"Why am I getting debriefed at this hour?" Agent Natasha Romanoff, or the Black Widow, asked herself as she looked at the clock which was seemingly frozen at 23:30. It was late, and she was tired. She hadn't been feeling like herself lately, and she was beginning to worry that there was something wrong with her.
"Are you ok Agent Romanoff?" Agent Maria Hill asked her.
"What? Oh. Yeah. I'm ok. Just haven't been feeling that great lately."
Agent Hill tapped her earpiece. "Agent Barton. Can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Sure. " Barton responded.
"Great."
"Where exactly are you?"
"Debriefing room with the Black Widow."
"On my way."
Hill tapped her earpiece.
"What did he say?" Natasha asked weakly.
"He's on his way," Hill responded.
Shortly after she had responded, Agent Clint Barton, or Hawkeye as he was known to the Avengers, walked into the room.
"You ok Nat?" Barton asked.
"I haven't been feeling like myself lately," she replied.
"How long Nat?"
Natasha smiled slightly. Barton was the only one who ever called her Nat. They had been dating ever since the defeat of Loki, much to Tony Stark's/Iron Man's amusement. Before the Loki ordeal, they had been partners for several years, ever since he had spared her life. He had been sent to kill her but, as she had been telling people who asked about it, he made a different call. They were both the outcasts of the group, as they didn't have any super powers, just very high skill sets.
"Nat?" Barton asked again.
"Sorry. About a week," Natasha informed him.
"Nat, you look really pale right now."
"I'm fine Clint. I am just going to lie down for a moment."
"I'm worried about you Nat."
"I'll be fine."
Natasha lay down on the couch in the room and closed her eyes. She only opened her eyes when she felt a hand on hers. She looked up and saw Clint sitting on the couch with his hand on hers. Closing her eyes again, she tried to fall asleep again. She was so 'out of it,' she only barely noticed and felt Clint placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Nat, I need to go finish the meeting with Fury and the rest of the team. Are you going to be ok?"
"Yeah," Natasha mumbled.
"I'll take care of her. Don't worry," Hill told him smiling.
"Thanks," Barton replied.
He gently placed another kiss on Natasha's forehead and squeezed her hand before getting up to leave. Once he had left, Hill turned to Natasha.
"You really love him don't you?"
"Yes. He really is an amazing person. He spared my life and brought me here, where I am sure I have done more good than evil," Natasha replied.
"Yes you definitely have."
Natasha lay back down and closed her eyes. Agent Hill turned to close the door, and, only when she heard a thud, did she spin around. She quickly tapped her earpiece and pulled out her phone.
"Fury, we have an agent down."
"Romanoff?" Director Nick Fury asked.
"Yes."
Hill called the paramedics who told her an ambulance would arrive shortly. Fury ran in with the rest of the Avengers who all stopped once they entered the room.
"Oh God. What's happening to her?" Barton asked, watching helplessly as his partner was shaking violently on the ground.
"She's seizing," Dr. Bruce Banner (or Hulk) informed him as the paramedics ran in.
"Where are you taking her?" Fury demanded.
"Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. They have the best diagnostic team on the East Coast," the paramedic replied.
"Great. Hill, Barton. Go with the ambulance. Iron Man, fly there. Coulson will drive the rest of us."
"Uh… I will?" Coulson asked.
"Yes you will," Fury demanded glaring at him.
"Yes I will."
Thor, Captain 'America' Steve Rogers and Dr. Banner followed Coulson out to the car, while Agents Hill and Barton got in the ambulance, Hill riding shotgun and Barton riding in the back with Natasha.
"Will she be ok?" Barton asked.
"Ask Dr. House when you get there," the paramedic replied.
"Dr. Who?"
"No. Dr. Who is a time travelling doctor. Dr. House is the best diagnostician on the East Coast. He may be an ass, but he is the best we have."
"Good to know," Barton replied, trying to sound more confident than he felt. For all he knew, she could be as good as dead, and he didn't think he could live with that truth.