Thor, Bucky and Steve were the ones that had to move the rumble to get into the café, the others helped the traumatised and hurt people out.

It was Jamie's shrill cries that helped them find Nate—the image of her laying there would haunt Steve's nightmares for years to come.

Blood soaked half of her face, long dark hair dirty with rumble dust and blood, and there was horrible burns on her arms, some of burns must have been sticking her top to her torso, that seemed almost black in some places. Thick blood was trailing out of her ears, dripping down on Jamie's ruined onesie. Rumble pinning her legs.

Howie was the only thing that was raising her up so she wasn't crushing her screaming son underneath her.

Nate had always been petite, Steve knew. But she had never looked as tiny as she did at that moment.

Thor carefully removed the pieces of rumble as Bucky gently slid Jamie out from under his mother. The moment Nate's legs were free, Steve was lifting her up and cradling her in his arms.

He felt sick as her slick blood soaked his shirt and her arms fell limply. He had never seen her this hurt and he hoped he never would again.

Part of him didn't want to give her over to the ambulance but he handed her over, watching as they strapped her down and braced her neck before lifting her into the waiting ambulance.

Steve was numb in a worse way than he was earlier that year and saw trashed images of his apartment on the news.

He just sat numbly in the waiting room, elbows raising on his knees as he buried his blood soaked hands—Nate's blood—through his blond hair leaving red streaks.

Nate used to have red in her hair to symbolise Tony. He recalled.

Tony sat stoically next to him, his face blank as tears silently slid down his face. For once, he was completely still as he stared blankly forward.

Pepper gripped Tony's hand tightly, her nose raw and red and her eyes were puffy and red. She sat rigidly in her plastic seat, wiping at her eyes and nose with a screwed up tissue.

Darcy was cradling a freshly washed, changed and quiet Jamie as she sat next to Bucky, Jane was curled in Thor's lap on the other side, slim hands gripping his top tightly as she hid her tears in his broad chest.

Natasha, Clint, Sam and Coulson were perched on a row of benches—Coulson typing furiously on his phone.

Bruce was further down the hall as he talked to the doctors for a while before he walked back to the others.

"She's stable." Bruce's voice broke through the fog surrounding Steve's head. "She's fractured her spine, third degree burns along her arms and second degree burns on her torso. Her eardrums were perforated and she had to have surgery, but they are certain that it'll heal. She's has lost a lot of blood and is currently in a coma."

"Will she need blood transfers?" Pepper asked hoarsely.

"Yes." Bruce rubbed his eyes.

"Use my blood." Steve spoke up making them all look at him.

He remembered how Nate had once commented that S.H.I.E.L.D thought his blood had healing abilities because of the serum in his veins. He hadn't really thought about it as it hadn't meant much to him then, but now he could aid in her healing, Steve was willing to give as much blood as she needed.

"She's my sis—"

"My blood has healing abilities because of the serum." Steve cut Tony off firmly as he looked at Bruce. "Tell them they can use my blood."

Tony glared for a moment before nodding.

They flew in their old doctor from S.H.I.E.L.D that wasn't a Hydra agent before pumping Nate with Steve's blood.

The effect was almost immediate as bruises faded and shallow cuts began to close and heal.

Steve cradled her hand as he watched his blood take effect and heal his wife—the burns were slowly lessening and the doctor—Doctor Williams—had said that she may not even have scars.

Steve didn't care if she was scarred, she was his wife and as long as she lived than Steve didn't care what she looked like.

Tony sat on the other side of Nate's bed, his head was tilted back as he slept with Jamie sprawled over his chest with his arms holding his nephew firmly—he used to do that with Nate. He had only crashed after he was certain that Steve's blood was helping his sister.

Bucky stood just outside the door, blank faced as he stared down anyone that tried to enter that wasn't Doctor Williams or a member of their family.

The rest of the family had drifted off home reluctantly—Darcy had only stayed to keep Bucky company as he stood guard and help him stay awake with numerous cups of coffee.

She was curled up on a chair beside Bucky, a blanket tucked carefully around her.

Steve wondered when Bucky would realise that Darcy was interested in him, and he wondered if Bucky was interested in her too. Bucky had become a lot harder to read because of Hydra.

Pepper's face slowly drained of blood as she stared at Phil's grim face.

"S.H.I.E.L.D stopped bomb-attacks like this happening?" She questioned though she had heard him perfectly.

Phil just nodded.

"If I hadn't shut down the Avenger division idea, this many have not happened."

"You can't blame yourself Pepper."

"Nate could have died and we could have stopped it!"

"Pepper—"

"Make another SHIELD, use old agents that aren't Hydra. Hell, call Fury back. We can't let this happen again, please Phil."

"Of course."

"Thank you."

The doctors were amazed with how swiftly Nate's body healed, though her mind kept her locked in an unconscious state.

When her body finished healing—in a little over three weeks—Tony had made them release her into their care before taking her home to the Tower.

Steve felt better when she was placed in their bed at home—even though she was still hooked up to IVs.

He felt even better when he was able to hold her as they slept, he could almost imagine that she hadn't been hurt at all and was simply really tired from late-nights with Jamie.

The illusion would always break when he woke up and she didn't twitch.

Bruce tried to reassure everyone that it was perfectly normal for the mind to take a long time to realise the danger was gone after such trauma.

Thor told them stories about how some warriors needed a deep sleep to fully recover from a sudden and unexpected trauma, and how when they woke up, they were back to normal.

But Steve could remember falling asleep and not waking up till almost seventy years had passed and he didn't want Nate to go through that, didn't want her to miss Jamie growing up.

He was already growing so quickly, Steve hated the thought that she would miss his first steps, his first words because some idiot decided to blow-up a café.

Coulson was creating a new SHIELD that was going to be called the Avengers like Nate had said. Tony help by handing over his check book before holing himself up in his workshop—Steve was aware that Tony checked in on Nate every now and again but couldn't stay to watch her just lay there so didn't stay around too long.

It would be when Bucky dragged Steve to eat dinner with the rest of them, almost a month after Nate was brought home, that dark eyes would flutter open with sharp awareness and Jarvis would alert everyone that 'Miss Nattie's awake!"