Natasha woke, wondering where she was and how she got there. The last thing she remembered was her, Clint and Percy getting into a fire fight. She must have gotten knocked out.
"Good, you're awake," the unexpected baritone of Percy's voice cause Nat to tense. Looking around the room, Nat notice Clint standing in a shadowed corner to her left. Sitting in a chair directly to her right was Percy, a worried look on his face.
"No, I'm still unconscious," she croaked sarcastically, her throat dry. Nat opened her mouth to speak but before a word could leave, the redhead erupted into a series of coughs. As the coughs stopped, Nat felt a glass being pressed to her lips, water soothing the dryness in her throat.
Clint put the glass of water in Nat's hand before speaking, "Nat, you're better than this," Clint's tone was firm, yet full of worry. "We shouldn't have to worry about whether or not you're…" Clint hesitated, the word dead left unspoken.
Nat stared into an empty glass, a crushing sense of shame and guilt flowing into her. "Percy," Nat's voice was watery, "you've been awfully quiet," Nat spoke to the ebony haired demigod, wondering about his thoughts.
Percy looked up slowly, meeting Nat's eyes. The man's face was carefully blank, no emotion leaking. Observing this, Nat flinched, knowing Percy's thoughts just by his expression, or lack thereof.
"I think," Percy started slowly, licking his chapped lips, "I think that you could, and should, have done better," Percy spoke formally, letting Nat know that he was pissed. Percy shook his head, quicking standing to his feet, the chair he was sitting in pushed against the wall. "Damnit, Nat," Percy burst out furiously, "do you have any idea how fucking worried I was. You were knocked unconscious in the middle of a fire fight." the glare Percy was aiming at Nat could have frozen Hell itself over.
Nat blinked back tears as Percy's harsh words tore into her, the feeling of guilt and shame swelling itself once more. Nat knew Percy and Clint were right, she was better, they shouldn't have to worry on whether she was dead or not.
"You guys are right," Nat spoke, interrupting Percy, "I am better," she nodded to Clint, who had once again stepped back into the shadowed corner, "you guys shouldn't have to worry about me. I'm so, so very sorry," Nat apologised, hoping that her boys would forgive her.
Percy, still standing by Nat's bedside, smiled and took the redheads hand into his own, "it's okay vozlyublennyy, we forgive you," Percy pause, giving Nat a stern look, "but just so you know, if anything like this happens again, nothing will stop me from wrapping you in bubble wrap and keeping you in SHEILD HQ for the rest of your life." Percy said this without a smile showing how serious he was. Nat merely nodded, knowing that if she spoke, she would start to cry. With Percy's mini-rant done, he lent down over the bed and pulled Nat into a hug, making sure the Black Widow could do nothing about it.
Once again stepping out of his shadowed corner, Clint had nodded along with Percy, letting Nat know that the archer would help the demigod with his plan. As Percy gave Nat a hug, Clint quickly interjected, quickly turning the regular hug into a group hug, and making everybody laugh.
"You know," Clint spoke softly, "this family may be the most dysfunctional thing in the history of dysfunctional things," this caused Nat and Percy to laugh, but Clint powered on, "but I wouldn't change a thing," Chint paused, thoughtful, "yeah, I wouldn't change a thing." the words 'I love you' were left unsaid.
AN: a little bit short I know, but I really wanted to get this out to you guys. The reason this took so long was that I had no motivation, and honestly I'm not too sure about this chappie. Meh, I hope y'all enjoy and all that.
