Chapter 1: It should've been me…not her.
So I like to use songs for my inspiration for stories and for this chapter it was "Until the day, I am your protector". It's not the type I normally go for in a song but it just kind of fit. Also "Battlefield", by Jordin Sparks which that song just really speaks to me and it fit. So now to the story.
Clint's POV:
No matter how protective of her I was he always seemed to slip in a hurt her emotionally and physically.
I was fed up! No one not even a demi-god should treat a girl like that, and definitely not my girl! "Suit up! Now!" I yelled.
"Whoa, what's the big rush, lover boy?" Tony sarcastically questioned. I picked him up by the collar of his tee-shirt. "Don't mess with me, Stark!" I yelled and let him go. I ran to go suit up.
I was going to get Natasha back… even if it was the last thing I ever did.
Steve's POV:
"What's his problem? What did he chip a nail?" Tony joked. Gosh for some playboy millionaire he could be so oblivious!
"You, dumbass. You want to know what his problem is. Where's Natasha? Hmm oh yeah Loki took her! And only god knows what he's doing!" I stated. "Oh, I'll go suit up." he responded and ran out. I quickly followed.
Natasha's POV:
"Where's your precious Barton now? And even if he was here it would do you no good because he would be dead anyways." He mocked. He shoved his spear into my stomach again like the 10 other times.
"Cry, beg, scream for him to help you! You do know that I can still put this in his mind; I can make him feel exactly how you do. Tell him to avenge you! Beg for him to protect you, to save you from the living hell you're in!" he commanded. I cried out from the pain as he stabbed me again. "Get the fuck away from her!" they commanded. I had never been so happy to hear their voices.
"Loki, step away from Natasha and put the spear down." Steve ordered. "Oh I will but not before I do this." Loki stated as he lifted his spear up. "No!" Clint yelled.
Clint's POV:
"No!" I yelled. I knocked the spear out of his hands. He began to reach down towards Natasha. "Back the fuck away!" I repeated. He slowly began to back away.
Thor came and grabbed him then pulled him away. I bent down and untied Natasha. "Dam Nat, your freezing." I stated. I took off my jacket and wrapped it around her before I picked her up bridle style. "We need to get her to a doctor quickly, she's losing a lot of blood." I briefed the others. She laid her hear on my chest and matched her body to mine like the missing piece to the puzzle.
"Baby stay with me, don't you dare leave me." I pleaded. "I'm so tired." She remarked. "I know you are baby but you have to stay with me. Keep on talking, you can sleep soon, I promise." I reasoned. She just nodded. "So how about this weather?" I improvised. She gave a weak giggle.
(2 days later)
I continued to look at the ceiling from the place where I had been sitting for the past 3 days. Natasha had been placed into a medically induced coma so she would not injure herself further.
Normally I could watch her sleep for hours, but in this situation I just wanted her to wake up, to know that she was alright, and to have her in my arms. I didn't know if she would be okay, I didn't know what I would do if she didn't, but one thing I did know was that Loki would pay for the pain he inflicted on her… he will pay.
I glanced down at her and my eyes met her green eyes. "Hey, how are you feeling?" I asked. "Sore as hell." She responded. "Oh, really? I wonder what makes you feel like that." I sarcastically commented. We both laughed slightly and I leaned up closer to her.
"Honey, you know you can tell me anything right?" I asked. "Yes I do but…" she halted. "But what? Do you think that I'm going to think that you're weak or vulnerable? You know better than that, Tasha. You know that I love you and will never stop. Even if you didn't love me too I wouldn't be able to fight it. You're one of the best agents I know, Romanoff. So don't give me that shit, it may work on other people but not me. Well?" I argued.
"Well, umm well some of the thing that he said before. He said that he could still get into your mind; that he was going to make you feel exactly what I did when that happened." She confessed. "What does he mean make me see?" I asked.
"I don't know but it was so hard to… to be there and him telling me to cry for you to beg for you to avenge me and not actually do it. I wanted you there so bad; then part of me didn't because then you would be in danger.
I wanted you to be there cause when I'm with you I feel like nothing can hurt me." She confessed. "Baby, I would have-" I started. "No, cause if the choice was going through that a million times and keeping Loki away from the people I love and care about then I would deal with the pain. I never meant to start a war. You know I never want to hurt you." She cried.
I reached out and took her hand in mine and intertwined our fingers. I held up our hands for her to see. "Do you see this?" He questioned as he kissed her hand. "Yes." She responded.
"As long as we have each other, we'll make it. I love you and I know I'm not Mr. Romantic but one thing that I can do for you is promise you this.
Until the day I die, I will protect you." I stated. A tear fell down her cheek and I wiped it away. I kissed her forehead. "I will always protect you." They both whispered in unison.