I got around to chapter 2! Also be sure to check out my new Fan fiction!
They already brought Natasha to the Medical team. That left Clint alone, lost in thoughts of anger. The image of Nat unconscious wouldn't get out of Clint head. How could he hurt her? How could he be so delirious and kill all those agents? God, he is covered in cold blood he didn't even know he was doing.
As he was pacing around in thought a doctor walked up to him. "Agent Barton? We got an update on Agent Romanoff." "Well ,what's the news?" Clint asked very quickly. "She is fine. Only issue is her side but other than that a few scrapes. You can go see her now". "Thank you very much." Clint ran as fast as he could to her room and walked in to see Natasha so peaceful. They way she was unconscious, so pale and her red hair behind her, Clint never thought she could be more beautiful. He walked up to her bed and sat in a chair next to her and took her hand. "Tasha I'm so sorry, this is all my fault. I'm not even sure you can hear me. I know you hate hospitals and I am why you are here. I'm so sorry how could I do this to you!" By now he was pretty much talking to him self, "I just wont take the thought of losing you an option so please come back to me, my-my widow." He left tears streaming down his face.
All of a sudden he felt someone squeeze his hand. "Tasha?" Clint said in a rather surprised tone then happy. Natasha's eyes fluttered open and she groaned and said, "I'm awake Clint, now please stop blaming yourself" Wiping a tear from his face, her hand lingered there. He put his free hand on it. He just chucked and mumbled something he thought Natasha didn't hear "Now I just the Hawk gets his Widow". Natasha smiled and relaxed in her hospital bed still holding Clint's hands.
There you go, its possible I could add more if you guys want but enjoy!