Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! School caught up with me, and I haven't had time to post. I've barely had time to read! I hope this chapter makes up for the last one! Well, I am now going to go and faceplant my bed. And a headaches tablet. I bid you adieu!
As always, I own nothin-zzzzzzzzzzz
"Well fuck," Clint murmured. Natasha nervously looked up at him unable to quite meet his eye. "Are you sure there is nothing we can do to, well, you know. Get rid of it?" He questioned tentatively, not wanting to unset the volatile assassin.
"Get rid of what?" She shot back. He looked at her slightly confused.
"B-but you said, you said he-he healed you!" He exclaimed, voice breaking with un-shed tears.
"Yes, healed me. As in, he repaired everything. My fourth rib, which wasn't quite lined up, the weaknesses in my left femur, my reproductive system, and so much more. What did you thi- oh no, you did not! He did not, I wouldn't let him, never. No! No!" She was yelling now, gesticulating with her arms, frustration painted on her features.
"Look, I'm sorry, ok! Its just... I thought. Tasha, please. Why on earth would I have thought that he didn't hurt you! Not only that he didn't hurt you, but he fixed you of all things! Tasha!" He bellowed back.
"You, you of all people. He did it because of you, for you!", Natasha barely whispering the last as she sat back on her bed, face in her hands.
Clint slid down next to her. "What do you mean Tasha?" He laid a gentle hand on her arm, "what do you mean 'for me'?"
"He said 'give the hawk my apologies, little spider. I never meant to hurt him. Or you'." She broke down after that, her cold facade crumbling as she clung to Clint, his arms going around her shaking shoulders.
Deciding it would be best to leave the two assassins to have their private moment with one less pair of eyes, Maria closed down the tablet and laid it down on the table to think.
Loki? Kind to Natasha? Of all people, Natasha? The woman who tricked him on the helicarrier, the one who closed the portal, Natasha? Of course, they had those couple of hours the night before he was taken back to Asgard, after he had been captured, but nothing had happened. Had it?
Just as Maria was contemplating her friend's relationship with an intergalactic war criminal, there was a knock on her door. Maria jumped, startled out of her own mind. She looked up at the door, returning the warm smile of the super soldier who leant there.
"Steve! How are you? Come in, sit down," Maria said, indicating the plushy chair beside the bed which had been wheeled in at Phil's direction.
"Good, I'm good. Great, even. We found her. Tom may have turned out to be a red herring, but Nat! We found her! Anyway, enough of my jabbering. How's the n- how's your recovery going?" He gushed, collapsing into the chair.
"Good, good, I should be out of here in another week or so, which is good. Really good, in fact. Can't wait to get back to the tower."
"Great," he exclaimed as his eyes brightened, "it'll be great to have you back Maria." A clichéd shiver went down her spine when he said her name like that, soft and sweet, rolling off of his tongue. "Well, I best be getting back. Tony will be making crude so-called jokes if I dally any longer. Actually, scratch that. He'll be making crude jokes anyway. Ever since that damned... Anyway, I've gotta go. I'll let you tell the others about you returning. So, I'll, ah, see you around." He quickly got up and left, ears pink, barely waving a good bye. She didn't even have time to bid him farewell before he was gone.
'Bloody crayghan! Maria cursed internally. If it hadn't been for that damned alien, we wouldn't be this awkward. Why, oh why!'
Who is Ben? Sorry, no babies.