Just some oneshots involving two of my favorite Avengers. No real story bringing them together, just random ideas.
It had been a week since they recovered his body. A week of frantic preparations, hard work, and high nerves. Natasha stood with her back to a wall of the private infirmary room. With all of the money and secrecy spent on keeping his recovery a secret from the world you'd think he'd be the second coming of Jesus himself. That's the only reason she could justify in her mind as to why Director Fury had her on guard duty nearly everyday since he was fished out of the arctic. Raising her head she eyed the legend himself currently laying peacefully in an infirmary bed. Every sort of sensory wire from heart monitors to brain scanners marred his pale skin. Her eyes rolled over every inch of him. Objectively of course she knew that he was an impressive marvel of science. From a scrawny young man to the peak heights of human ability his story was captivating. But, in her mind he didn't really stick out from any other fit special forces solider.
Pressing off of the wall she quietly made her way over to his bed. Something about the rhythmic beeping of the medical machines to the even rise and fall of his chest put her on high alert. Her nerves sat on edge. The doctors told Fury that with his regenerative capabilities he could wake at any moment. Hell he survived being turned into a human popsicle for 70 years. She stopped inches away from the bed crossing her arms. She had read tales of his feats from WWII. Whether it be the valiant liberation of interment camps to the nearly mythic battles against Hydra. He was made out to be some sort of Superhero. Yet, here he lay so vulnerable. Natasha's gaze fell upon his face. Strong features outlined a set jaw. His sandy blonde hair somehow found itself in the dapper 1940's fashion. His parted lips evenly opened and closed to what she guessed was peaceful sleep.
After all of the years of hearing and reading about him she had acknowledged to herself that she was a little let down. She thought he would have looked a bit more... Dangerous. But, Fury was adamant about having her specifically watch over him until he woke. And after the past few missions that she had been on babysitting wasn't such a bad cool down. Ready to turn and head back to leaning on the wall she heard a groan. Her eyes widened as she studied his face. His eyebrows furrowed as his head shook slightly. With his features turning to distress his head started to thrash left and right. Natasha's eyes widened. Stepping over quickly she looked at one of the machines that read his brain scans. They were picking up rapidly. Her head shooting back down she thought about upping his morphine. But, she kicked the thought as this was the first time he had shown any sort of reaction that he wasn't brain dead. Ready to press the call button she halted as soon as she heard his rough voice.
"Bu...cky..."
Her entire body froze at the sound of his voice. A chill ran down her spine as she registered that he just spoke his first word in nearly 70 years. The first word just happening to be the name of his long dead best friend and comrade. As soon as he had started his thrashing he ceased falling back into a peaceful state. Her heart still pounded even as his face fell back into a peaceful passiveness. Her eyes studied him intently watching for any sign that he might come to again. Nearly twenty minutes passed until she lost hope that he might awake. Sighing to herself she stepped back and rolled her eyes. Leave it to a guy on ice to spark her curiosity.
Moving back to the wall across from him she leaned against it crossing her legs. Okay, maybe she was just a little curious for him to wake up. She locked her gaze once again on his sleeping form.
"Hurry up Cap. You've got a lot of people waiting on you."