Ok, this might sound dumb…. Did you guys see the last chapter I posted? Where Steve saw Natasha? I deleted a chapter that was just a note in this story around the same time I posted the last chapter, I wonder if that means some of you didn't see it? Or else you are all getting sick of this story and didn't feel like reviewing ;D If you didn't see the last chapter, hit that previous chapter button and check it out!

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Tony was standing in the hallway, and snorted as he rolled his eyes. "You seriously think ANYONE wouldn't remember me bird brain? You think someone who hated me as much as Natasha has, would just forget about me? Come on, you must be delusional from lack of sleep. Seriously, take a nap dude." Clint had to bite his tongue for a minute so he wouldn't start yelling at the genius. He WAS tired, and though he hadn't even been here a minute, Stark was already getting on his nerves.

"It doesn't matter if she knew you before or not, she can't control it. She's just having problems with remembering a few things- it's complicated. I'm just waring you, so that you won't freak out if you go in there and she has no clue who you are." It looked like Tony was processing this information, then he asked an actual serious question. "Does she know that she's, you know, forgetting stuff?"

Clint shook his head. "No, and since Nat's only been lucid for, what, two days? The Doctors don't want to tell her yet, they worry it might upset her. They're going to tell her and start running more psychological tests in a few days. For now they just want her to rest. So don't bring it up, ok? And if she doesn't remember you- Just say that you're one of the higher ups in Shield, and wanted to come check on her."

Tony smirked, "What? I thought I WAS one of the higher ups in Shield, you don't know what you're talking about. You seriously need some sleep." Stark sounded smug and confident, but looking at his face Clint saw the other man was worried. Iron Man and the Black Widow were not exactly friends- but they had been through a lot together. There was a connection there. A confusing, strange sometimes hateful connection, but still, it was a connection. It had to be unnerving to be about to see a friend, and not be sure if they would know you or not. Clint lightly punched Tony in the shoulder

"Come on, you probably don't have anything to worry about anyway. You're too much of an asshole for her to forget about. In two minutes you guys are going to be arguing, and you'll wish she didn't remember your name." Tony smiled at this, then paused.

"She still doesn't remember Banner?" Clint closed his eyes, and shook his head. "No, he came by again a couple hours ago. I think she's starting to wonder why this "stranger" keeps checking up on her." Barton chuckled without humor. "I'm trying not to worry about it- everyone's telling me NOT to worry about it. There's still a chance that her brain just has to reboot, she might remember everything again soon…" Tony stared at Clint for a second too long, worry rising up in his gut. "Everything? What else isn't she remembering besides our green friend?"

The archer's shoulders slumped. "Um, it's just- things she should know. Like she won't be able to remember the right word for something, or it will take her longer than it should to figure out what I'm talking about. She slips in and out, sometimes she seems totally fine, like when Steve came, then five minutes later she can't remember the right word for water." For a second Clint looked haunted, and then he shook his head. "Not that any of that matters, she's here, she's alive, that's all I care about."

Tony nodded. "Of course. What about the rest of her injuries? Maybe there's something I could help with?" Clint found himself smirking. "What, are you going to make her an Iron Widow suit or something?" Tony shrugged, "If it would help her out, yeah!" Clint paused for a moment. "She's having problems moving her left arm, her hand and stuff. And- well- we don't know how well she'll be able to walk yet. She has feeling in her legs, so that's a heat sign, but it will be a while before she can even try walking. Before that we need to make sure the fracture in her spin has totally healed." Tony nodded, processing this. "Ok, sounds like I might be able to make a few fun little toys that could help her out. Can I see her now?"

Natasha was awake when they entered, still forced to lay motionless, still looking as if she had just come back from the dead. But Clint had brushed the tangles out of her hair, and her eyes were open. So she looked a lot better than a week ago, when she was still in a coma and everyone thought she was pretty much dead.

Her eyes locked onto Clint as soon as he entered the room, like they always did now whenever he had been away from her, even if just for a few minutes and came back. Then they shifted reluctantly off of him, and moved to Tony.

For a second no one knew what she was thinking, maybe she didn't even know- her eyes were blank, Clint got the impression that her brains as fumbling for the right answer, correct thing to say.

Then Tony walked up to the side of her bed, and grinning smugly said, "Miss Rushman is it? Aren't you looking ravishing as always." It looked like Natasha wanted to roll her eyes, but didn't. She'd told Clint earlier it hurt to move her eyes around too much. "Shut up Stark, I'm confused enough without you bringing up my aliases."

Tony took a step back, and placed a hand over his chest in mock shock. "Wait, what? That was an alias? You LIED to me? I'm wounded Natalie- Oops, sorry, you're Natasha now. I'm hurt, thought we had a connection. I mean I flew across the world to rescue your boyfriends sorry ass so he could be at your side when you woke up! You need to stop lying to me babe, or I'll stop doing nice stuff like that for you."

Natasha was actually smirking now, and slowly spoke. "Do not call me babe, or I will get out of this bed and cut off any appendages I decide you don't need any more." Clint burst out laughing at this, Tony just grimaced. "See, you're just getting defensive because I hit a nerve calling bird brain your boyfriend."

She sighed, "No, I just don't like being called babe."

Tony's eyes darted to the medical equipment around her bed, taking in the charts, the information, the way Natasha had to search for each word before saying it. "So, how you feeling Spidey? Are you basically ready to go out on missions again soon, because let me tell you working with the Avengers isn't quite the same without you. We really need a woman's touch."

"i'm fine, I've had worse. Like that time when I was in that car crash in- Um….." Her eyes darted towards Clint, he started supplying the names of places she'd been in car accidents trying to help her. "Rome? Tokyo? Taiwan? Dubai? London? Budapest?" Natasha shook her head, looking annoyed and vaguely panicked when she couldn't remember. "No, Clint, the one where we were undercover and you found me in the hospital?" Clint frowned, "NYC? Mexico? Paris? Wait, you mean the job in Brazil where we got split up, and you dislocated your leg?"

Natasha barly nodded. Clint grinned. "Oh, yeah that was bad, at least as awful as this. And you recovered from that, you'll be fine before we know it Nat." Tony was staring at the two of them with a vague sense of horror. "Oh my gosh, what is wrong with you two?! Is there anywhere you HAVEN"T been on the edge of death?" Clint rolled his eyes. "It's a perk of the job Tony, being able to say you've almost died on ever continent."

Stark looked reasonably impressed by this, and more than a little freaked out. "Well that's- horrible….." He wanted to ask more questions (how many time had they almost died and on how many continents? Was this like a weekly thing for them? Had they ever almost killed each other? How did they almost die in Antarctica? Had they almost frozen to death? They'd probably almost frozen to death.) But Natasha was looking uneasy, and with her memory going all crazy Tony decided that maybe asking a load of questions might not be the best thing for her right now. It didn't stop him from talking though.

"So, Red, sorry I don't have any gifts for you. I kind of went overboard bringing you stuff when you were still knocked out. I'm kind of forbidden from bringing anything else on board any3 Shield aircraft until further notice…. I mean, I still would have gone out on a flight to buy you a "congrats on waking up from your coma" gift, but your boyfriend only told me I could visit like ten minutes ago. Didn't give me much of a warning."

"Don't call him my boyfriend." Natasha muttered, her eyes were closed again. Then she didn't say anything else, and Stark stood their awkwardly for a minute or two, not sure what to say. "Well… This has been fun, um, glad you woke up Romanoff. Really. Would have missed you if anything had- happened." He thought she wasn't listening when he spoke, but she smiled at his words and her eyes opened again.

"Sweet, Stark. You have quite a way with words. It's nice to know I'd be missed" Her eyes darted clumsily to Clint, then moved back to Tony. "Hey, I owe you one. Thanks for getting Clint for me." She half smiled at him, and Tony just rolled his eyes. "Yeah, of course you do. Just get out of that bed so you can get back on the team, Birdbrain is insufferable to work with if you aren't around to handle him."

She scoffed. "Come on, give me a break Stark, he's your problem for now, you handle him." Her words might have sounded harsh, or like some dumb joke, but Tony noticed the way her grip tightened around the archers hand. He snorted. "Yeah, whatever Spidey. I'm going to go now, see if I can rig up something to help you with that arm of yours, and I'll see you next time mother hen let's me in for a visit."

Natasha didn't reply to this, neither did Clint. She was too tired and he was too absorbed in her to notice when Stark left to work in his lab.

Ok, not sure if I should have a Thor chapter in here or not, would you guys even want that? Yes? No? I am going to be taking a little break on this story, BUT STILL WRITING IT because the next few chapters are going to need to be posted in rapid succession, for the best emotional affect ;) Uh oh, you scared now about where this story MIGHT go? Bwahahahaha ;D Please review