Hey, I hav a lot to say so first off this is chapter 20! It's unbelievable seriously! I just wanna say a huge thanks to for all the support.

Next I have some really bad news, basically I'm moving tomorrow but I won't have WiFi for a month so I won't be updating for at least three weeks, I'm soo sorry!:'(

The moment I hav WiFi I shall upload but I also think it's s good time to take a two week break especially with Christmas so coming up! I am really sorry my posting days had been all over the place but when I upload again I hope to try and upload on the right days!

So I have a quick shout out to Katherine Marceline Queen and JamesRogers1122 for reveiwing my last chapter! To make up for not posting for a month I made it a bit longer than usual!

So last of all enjoy!

S.H.I.E.L.D HQ

The Avengers - or what was left of them - were around either side of the bed, sitting or pacing. Hospitals and surgeries made them all uncomfortable. They were exhausted and broken, awaiting news fromsomeone to say anything as Maria trudged toward them half-heartedly.

"Hill... how is she?" Sam asked.

"Not so great. She's lost a lot of blood, has a cracked rib, three bullet wounds and her heart's stopped twice already."

"This is all my fault, those bullets were meant for me!" Tony mumbled, putting his head in his hands as he tried not to completely lose it.

"She did what any of us would do, Tony, don't beat yourself up about it." Bruce encouraged, patting Tony's shoulder in a calming way.

"Have you contacted Steve yet?" Sam looked up.

"Yes. He's on his way," Hill replied briefly.

"I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch for breaking Nat's heart," Clint growled in his seat.

Soon afterwards, the doctor strode out of the room and started talking to Maria as they all watched expectantly. When their hushed conversation finished, Hill turned to the rest of them, a frown playing on her lips.

"They did all the can but she's... she's in a coma..." Maria sighed heavily, nobody deserved this pain. Especially not Natasha, she had already gone through so much. Yet Hill stayed strong for all their sakes.

Airport

Steve had just landed, getting there 2 hours earlier because Tony's jet was very fast and he'd threatened the pilot (now that he thought about it, he knew he'd regret that in the future). He just wanted to see Natasha at that very moment, but he was afraid of going back, that they would all yell and blame him for everything. And if they did, he would take it without a single tear shed from him, but it might cost Tony quite a few punching bags later on. Surprisingly, though, Steve did not care, he could not care less. Even if the world was ending, he just needed to see Natasha.

As the car drew closer to the hospital he grew anxious, his palms were sweaty and his heart started beating faster. Steve didn't know who was there or how Natasha was doing, since the call from Maria wasn't exactly helpful. By now, she could be dead for all he knew, but he tried to stop thinking about the worst of it.

He stopped thinking altogether as the hospital came into view, his hand on the steel door. The car came to a halt, and Steve jumped out and slammed the door, making a dead sprint towards the entrance.

He sprinted up the stairs to the 6th floor where all the private rooms were. As he neared the door he stopped, his head hung in shame as he stared at the handle, contemplating whether he should or not.

"Son, you alright there?" An elderly man asked behind him. Steve looked up an turned around to face the man.

"I'm... not sure."

"First time you're going in there?"

"Yes, sir" he replied, almost shaking.

The man laid a hand upon his arm. "You love that person in there very much?"

"Yes, I love her very much, sir."

"You know son, the first time you walk in there is the worst, you never be know what state they're in. It can scare even the strongest man. But if you don't go in you will regret it every day. It's not easy at all, but no one said life was easy kid. But y'know what? We have to keep moving on, because if you don't, you stay stuck in the past. You have be strong. Not just for yourself, but for her. And if you love her, there's never,ever a good reason to give up. NEVER give up on love, because true love always finds a way."

"Thank you..." Steve hesitated, unsure of what to call this rather inspirational man.

"Jack," the oldie supplied helpfully.

"Thank you, Jack."

"Anytime, kid," he spoke as he walked off, leaving Steve alone.

With a sudden surge of confidence, he pulled down the handle and pushed the door open. As he entered, every face turned towards him in clear surprise. Sam and Thor were the only ones who actually looked really happy with him being there. The rest either looked disgusted, angry or too tired to care about him right now.

He stayed there in unsettling silence for a few seconds, before Maria stood up and spoke, breaking the tension in the air.

"Hello, Rogers, glad you could finally join us," she smiled but he noticed it didn't reach her eyes. All he saw was pain and hurt, the tension that's built up inside of her and trying to break out.

"Natasha," it was the only thing he could say, yet that one small word had so many meanings to him. Before Hill could answer, she was interrupted.

"So you're back, are you?" Clint snarled, "Or have you come to use up our hospitality and then take off in the night again?"

"I haven't thought about if I stay or not ,but when I come to a conclusion, I will let you know." Steve calmly replied, and the anger inside Stark got the better of him.

"You son of a bitch! You know, I grew up with my father never truly loving me or my mother, you wouldn't even know we existed if you had met him. But you know what you would hear? You'd always hear Captain America's the greatest, and shit like 'I will find Steve if its the last damn thing I do'! Do you know how hard it is to hear your father loving and praising someone else but not you every damn day?! There was 'no I'm proud of you Tony'! He loved you more than his own son. He'd be so disappointed to find out that he wasted his life on a common coward who's too fucked up to care about anyone else but himself!"

"Your father loved you, Tony, but he never knew how to show it," he murmured, his cheeks flaring up in shame and his voice sounding meek to his own ears.

"You wouldn't know. You're to much of dick to ever know." Suddenly, Wanda stood up and decided to voice her own thoughts, the courageous outburst startling Steve a bit. She continued talking.

"You know when you left, you broke Natasha. No one saw her for weeks, she became reckless, and lost her will to live. She needed you, but you left her alone with nothing!" She muttered, the little mumble eventually turning into a scornful hiss.

"You know why she's here, Rogers? She's here because of you! You tore her apart!" Clint glared.

Steve took a step towards Barton, his fists clenched, before finally gaining words to defend himself. "I left because she broke my heart, I love her, and on the day I decided to try and tell her, I found her kissing T'Challa. I lost it and I left. I would do so much to take it back, but I can't!"

"Well you left her in a coma," Clint snarled back as Steve took a step back in shock. He shook his head as if to reassure himself it's a lie and he rushes across the room and opens the door to where she is. There are cords coming out of her everywhere, there's blood staining the sheets a dark crimson, there is a pained looked on her face like she carries the weight of the world on her shoulders. The worst part is knowing that he's the cause for her pain.

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