Just as I promised, here's the next chapter. You guys better buckle up. You're about to go on a bumpy ride. Enjoy!
What the fuck have you done, you dumb fuck? Clint thought to himself as he lied in bed next to a sleeping Bobbi. Even after he had practically done the deed with Bobbi, Clint couldn't fall asleep. While Bobbi drifted off to sleep, Clint lied in her bed, staring at the ceiling, as he started to sober up. Clint was surprised that after all that he had to drink, he only had a mild headache. It was quite possible that he would be paying a bigger price for it later but at the moment, he was fine.
He wasn't quite sure how long he lied there, staring at the ceiling but when he glanced at the clock on Bobbi's bedside table, it was a little after four o'clock in the morning. That's when he realized the music had died down and the house was eerily quiet. At some point while Clint was staring off into the abyss, everyone must have left.
It wasn't much later when Clint heard his phone faintly ringing from his pants pocket on the floor next to the bed. Clint wasn't quite sure who would be calling him at this time of night but he rolled over with a groan and reached for his jeans to pull out his phone. When he finally wrestled his phone from the pocket of his jeans, he checked the caller ID and he was shocked when he saw who it was.
To his surprise, Natasha's name was flashing across his screen and he couldn't believe it. Clint hadn't spoken to Natasha since that morning on his front porch and he was shocked that she was contacting him now.
The screen went blank as the call went to voicemail, only to start up again seconds later. Clint figured that she was drunk and she was drunk dialing him. There really wasn't any other explanation, unless it was an absolute emergency. In that case, he wasn't sure why she would be calling him.
He stared at his phone's screen as she called him two more times. He thought she had given up when she didn't call back for a few minutes. But, as if to prove him wrong, she called a fifth time and that was when Clint decided he should answer the phone. He wasn't sure why he decided to answer it, but he figured that if she had to call five times in a row, something was wrong.
He quickly whipped the covers off of his body and searched for his boxers in the early morning darkness. He grabbed them and quickly pulled them onto his body before slipping out of the room so as not to disturb Bobbi while he was on the phone. In the time it had taken him to get out of bed, put his boxers on, and slip out of the room, the call had gone to voicemail again but she was calling him for a sixth time.
Clint took a deep breath before sliding his finger across the screen and putting his phone up to his ear. He didn't even get a word in before Natasha started rambling from the other end.
"Clint," she cried hysterically. Her breathing was ragged and she was definitely crying. In the background, Clint could hear banging. "Clint, I know it's early in the morning and I know the last time we talked we didn't leave on good terms but I just - ." She didn't finish her sentence. Instead, Clint heard her moan out of discomfort. Clint wasn't quite sure what was going on, but he would bet money that it had something to do with Alexei.
"Tasha," Clint said, panicked. "Tasha, talk to me. What's wrong?"
Clint listened as the banging continued and Natasha continued to moan and whimper. Whatever was wrong with her, she was clearly in pain. Clint heard her take a deep breath before returning her attention to the phone call. "Can you just please come to my apartment? I know things are bad between us. I know they're really bad, but I just…I need you right now," she cried. "Alexei…he's outside the bathroom and he's angry. He's really angry and I - ."
"Tasha, I'm coming. I'm coming, I promise. Please hang in there, okay? For me," he interjected quickly and then hung up the phone. Clint rushed back into the bedroom, not even worrying about trying to not wake up Bobbi. Natasha needed him. No, she didn't need him, she wanted him.
As he pulled the rest of his clothes on, he heard Bobbi stir in bed. Out of the corner of his eye in the early morning darkness, he saw her sit up and look around, confused. "Clint, what are you doing?" she asked quietly.
Clint finished pulling on the rest of his clothes before turning his attention towards Bobbi. He felt guilty that he was leaving, but Natasha needed him more than Bobbi needed him right now. However, Clint debated as to whether he should tell her the truth. Bobbi knew about Clint's feelings for Natasha, but he wasn't sure if it was appropriate to tell her he was leaving her for another girl he actually cared about. Then again, if he lied, she would find out eventually that he lied to her. Either way, it wouldn't work out. But Clint figured it would be better to tell the truth seeing as Bobbi did know about his feelings for Natasha.
"I'm sorry, Bobbi. I'm really sorry," Clint said. "Something's wrong with Natasha. She's in trouble and there's something going on with Alexei. She asked for my help so - ."
"Go," Bobbi ordered.
In the darkness, Clint blinked at her with a confused disposition. "W-what?" he stammered.
"I said go," Bobbi said. "She needs you. I knew we wouldn't work out anyways. It was only a matter of time until one of you went crawling back to the other."
It took Clint a couple seconds to process what she was actually saying, and when he did, he rounded the foot of the bed and planted a kiss on Bobbi's cheek. It was the least he could do. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" he exclaimed.
"Oh my God, just go!" Bobbi said with a laugh. "She needs you."
Clint nodded before rushing out of the room and bounding down the stairs. He whipped open the front door and started running down the street to the nearest train station that would take him to the Upper East Side.
The moment the elevator reached the third floor, Clint could heard the distinct sound of banging reverberating throughout the floor. He knew it had to be coming from Natasha's apartment. He walked up to the door and jiggled the handle. Surprisingly, it was unlocked and he walked into the apartment.
When he stepped foot into the apartment, the banging grew louder. Whatever was going on with Alexei, he was apparently very volatile right now. Clint saw an umbrella stand to his left – which was home to several large umbrellas – and he grabbed one. He knew it was just an umbrella but it was better than going in empty handed.
Clint followed the sound of the banging as it grew louder and louder until he reached a bedroom that Clint could only assume was Natasha's. He quietly walked in and saw the room in disarray. The blankets from the bed were twisted and contorted on the mattress. Several pieces of furniture were overturned and there was glass everywhere.
Clint was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the banging. That's when he searched the room for the source. It was louder than it had ever been so it had to be in the room somewhere. Clint's eyes searched the room until he saw a little alcove that branched off from the room. He tip toed across the room – carefully so as to avoid the shards of glass on the floor – and made his way over to the alcove.
When he reached the entrance, he saw Alexei banging on a door rather forcefully. His pupils were dilated and he looked restless. There was no doubt he was high off of cocaine, which didn't surprise Clint.
When Alexei caught Clint out of the corner of his eye, he whipped his head to the side and looked like a deer in the headlights. His eyes were wide and there was blood dripping down the side of his face. He composed himself before realizing who was standing right in front of him. "You," he growled before lunging forward to attack Clint.
Clint was unprepared for the attack so he was barely able to defend himself. He dropped the umbrella as Alexei's body slammed into his and they went crashing to the ground. The moment he hit the floor, Clint could feel the shards of glass sticking into his back and he only hoped they were small enough to make small scrapes.
Clint saw Alexei swing his fist back, ready for a fight. His fist immediately came plummeting forward towards Clint's jaw. Clint quickly dodged Alexei's fist and he heard it hit the hardwood flooring with a sickening crack. Alexei howled from the pain, which gave Clint an advantage.
Clint kicked Alexei off of him only to pin him down to the floor again with his knee jammed into Alexei's throat. Alexei struggled against Clint's weight but Clint had the upper hand. Despite Alexei being hopped up on coke, he knew how to handle him the second time around. Clint wasn't going to let Alexei take him down, especially when Natasha's well being was on the line.
"What did you do to her?" Clint growled.
"Fuck you!" Alexi spat.
Clint pressed his knee further into Alexei's throat to make it harder for him to take in air. "I said what did you do to her?"
Alexei struggled to breathe since Clint was constricting his airways. He let out a sickening cough and he gurgled as he tried to make words. Clint lightly let up on his throat so that he could talk. "Stay away from her!"
"That doesn't quite answer my question," Clint said tauntingly. "What did you do to her?"
Alexei was silent and Clint pressed his knee into his throat. Alexei struggled against the pressure and gurgled again as he tried to form words. Clint let up on his throat again. "She brought this onto herself. She's a whore!" Alexei spat.
That's what got Clint's blood boiling and he felt his fingers clench into a fist, and before he knew it, his fist connected with Alexei's jaw. "You don't get to call her that! You don't get to talk about her like that!" Clint screamed.
"She's been sleeping around. She's been cheating on me. She's not a virgin anymore," Alexei said with a cackle.
"Yeah," Clint said. He knew this would come back to bite him in the ass. But he didn't care anymore. He would do anything for Natasha. "She's been sleeping with me and only me."
Alexei growled as he tried to lurch towards Clint but he only jammed his knee further into Alexei's throat. "Fucking bitch," Alexei wheezed.
Clint's fingers balled into a fist one more time before colliding with Alexei's face several times in a row. When Clint had let out all of his anger, he saw Alexei go limp. Clint waited for a couple seconds before getting off of him. The moment he stood up he could feel his ribs throbbing. The past two weeks of recovery meant nothing now that he most likely reinjured himself in the fight.
He carefully made his way over to the bathroom door and rapped on it softly with his bruised and battered knuckles. "Tasha, open the door. It's Clint," he said softly so as not to startle her. It was a couple seconds before he heard her whimper and move around. He saw the doorknob turn and he took a step back. The door opened just a tad and Clint carefully pushed it open. The sight that he saw was sickening.
It was like a crime scene. The floor was smeared with crimson red blood and there were wads of towels and tissues that were stained with the red substance scattered about the room. Finally, curled up in the corner of the room by the door was Natasha. She was clutching her stomach as she was doubled over on her knees.
Clint dropped to his knees and carefully pulled Natasha into his lap. She didn't remove her arms from her midsection but she let out a weak whimper. As Clint pulled Natasha towards him, he noticed her legs and the silk chemise she was wearing were also covered in blood. "Hey Tasha, talk to me. What happened?" Clint said softly.
"You came," Natasha choked out.
"Of course I came," Clint said as he brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "Now tell me what happened."
Clint saw the tears start to well up in her eyes and she swallowed heavily. "I'm so sorry, Clint," she cried.
"Nat, it's okay. This isn't your fault," Clint said.
"Everything's my fault," she cried as the tears streamed down her cheeks. "I messed everything up. I was avoiding you. I was running away from you, from us, and I shouldn't have."
"Tasha, Tasha, stop," Clint ordered.
"And I'm sorry I didn't tell you," she said, ignoring Clint's protests. "I'm so sorry."
"Tell me what, Nat?" Clint asked. Now he was getting concerned. Was she delirious from blood loss? He really needed to know what happened to her. It seemed like she had already lost a lot of blood and whatever was wrong with her, there was no doubt that she was most likely losing even more the longer they put off calling for help.
Natasha drew in a ragged, half-sobbing breath. "I should've told you. I'm sorry…" she trailed off. "I'm pregnant."
Uh oh, what have I done? I've had this planned probably since Alexei proposed to Natasha. For those of you who wrote reviews, complaining that they didn't want Natasha to get knocked, I've been laughing at you ever since. But like, maniacal, I've-got-something-up-my-sleeve laughter. Well, she's knocked up but clearly things went horribly wrong. Whoops.
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