Hey!
First of all. A large , big, sorry! I nearly abandoned this story! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!
But, I never abandon. So I am back!
The actual problem was that I got a lot of ideas, wrote fics about it. And then I get reviews, then I continue. So actually this story was buried under a pile of fics.
P.s } after comepleting this fic, maybe after this chapter, I will rewrite this fic. Because I wrote it when I just joined ffn, my writing style was poor. I promise to write better!
But first, comepleting this.
Alert! Too big authors note! Too big authors note!
*sigh* here goes nothing.
Natasha watched with hidden amazement as bruce worked . His hands seemed to have a life on their own.
His face , though, was a tumult of emotions.
Guilt.
Confusion.
Panic.
And if the tiny one was anger, Natasha would never know.
'we messed up.' Natasha thought. It was her mistake. She made them watch the videos. She had no right.
Natasha watched as bruce fitted the reactor back after bandaging his wounds. Steve stood solemnly by his side.
Natasha wasnt a kid, but she really wanted time travel to be true now.
Tony's body jerked, he gasped, but the brown eyes always full of mischief did not open.
Natasha found herself pining for them.
Natasha wanted their old Tony. The one who appeared during late nights with bags under his eyes. The one who loved to step against the orders.
Not this one, silent and lifeless.
"help me put him in the bedroom." bruce turned towards the super soldier. Steve picked Tony in his arms, while trying his best not to jostle his wounds.
He looked so frail, weak...that Steve wanted to gag. Steve could feel the stress of the last few hours wash over him. He would never forget the haunting look of betrayal in Tony's eyes.
Steve layed Tony on the bed, lightly as possible, eyes reflecting every form of guilt. The avengers followed him to the room.
"anyone with a nice idea?" clint asked, expression strikingly same as Steve.
"what do you mean?" Steve asked. His voice was wet. While people would have paid to see the dopey eyes of Steve, now wasnt the time.
"I mean, how do we win his trust back?"
Bruce wrinkled his brow in confusion. He seemed deep in thought. Thor didnt even look at clint, he was ruffling tony's hair.
Steve jerked with realization.
"why dont we ask miss potts?"
This was small. But I am back! Yay! I am gonna finish this fic!
Avengers bashing coming up!
