A/N: Hey guys! Here's Chapter 7, hope y'all like it!
Steve sat in his and Maria's tent for most of the day, talking to her in an attempt to get a response of some kind out of her.
"Mar, you need to wake up. Please, for me." He begged, smoothing a strand of dark hair out of her face. His blood was boiling and all he wanted to do right now was murder Stark.
"Steve? It's dinner time. Want something?" Natasha asked, opening the tent flaps and putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Steve shook his head.
"No, i'm not hungry." He answered, looking up at her, his blue eyes boring into her green ones.
"You need to eat something, Cap. She's going to be fine. You heard Bruce, she's most likely in shock and should be fully...conscious...by tomorrow."
"Yeah? What if she's not? I can't lose her. It's going to be like Peggy all over again."
Natasha sighed and knelt down beside the soldier.
"Nothings going to happen to Maria. I care about her too, she was probably the only one besides Clint that actually paid attention to me and tried to be my friend when I first joined SHIELD. She can take care of herself, she's strong. I can guarantee that you won't become what Stark calls a 'capsicle' for another seventy years. You're not going to lose her, even if you wanted to." She assured him, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of his face.
"Coming?"
Steve nodded reluctantly.
"Give me a minute?" He asked, allowing for the assassin to nod and leave the tent. Steve watched her rejoin the others, sitting by Clint as he tickled Lili, trying to get the child's mind off Maria. Steve almost smiled at the three, silently hoping that could be him and Maria in the future.
"I love you, Maria." He said, kissing her on the forehead and holding her hand in his.
What are we going to do with Stark? He thought bitterly, wondering how everyone else, including the billionaire himself, were feeling. Probably pretty terrible seeing as one of their own almost died.
The man was brought out of his thoughts when the woman squeezed his hand as if reassuring him.
"Mar? Can you hear me?"
Steve watched in amazement as she blinked rapidly, trying to get moisture back into her dry, gray eyes, and squeezed his hand again.
"Can you hear me?" He asked again, pressing the palm of his hand to her forehead.
"Every word" She said, her voice hoarse and body stiff from being completely rigid and unable to talk as she sat up and caressed his face in her hands.
"I'm going to kill Stark!" She growled, getting up and grabbing Steve's sweatshirt, putting it on as she reached for her gun, only for Steve to grab it before she could reach it.
Maria glared.
"Okay, i'm pretty upset with him too, but killing him is not going to solve anything."
"Well, I want to murder him for not only almost killing me, but my contacts fell out in the water. I can probably be considered legally blind without them!"
"Got glasses?"
The woman stopped pacing and gave her boyfriend an, 'are you kidding me?' look.
"Have you seen me wearing glasses?" She asked, before sighing in frustration and grabbing his hand, pulling him out of the tent behind her, dropping the gun at the foot of their sleeping bags.
Stark was dead meat.
A/N: Let me know what y'all think! Please review :) and feel free to offer up ideas of what you'd like to see in this story! I'm always open to ideas!
