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Chapter Thirty Three

November 12th

Natasha's P.o.V:

In English, I am assigned a group project. "You will be working to create a presentation about The Outsiders. It can be a video, a PowerPoint, or a poster, but you all must work on it. It will be due in two weeks." The class groans in response. "However, I am not evil. You all may choose your own partners. I want three in a group." Unfortunately, Clint is not in my class, but fortunately, Steve and Tony are. We pair up immediately, thankful that we get to choose our own groups. The rest of the class time is given to us to begin brainstorming what we want to do for our projects. Tony suggests that we get as much of it done today as we can, so that we do not have to worry about it later, especially since teachers will be assigning multiple projects to be completed before the upcoming break. Since I do not have to work tonight, I agree, and Tony invites us over to his house after school.

The rest of the day flies by in a blur. I tell Clint that I will not be able to walk home with him, since I have to go work on our project. "That's okay. Is it okay if I have Bruce and Thor over to work on our project?" I chuckle.

"It's your house too, you know." Clint looks awestricken.

"Yeah, I guess it is! Anyways, have fun. I'll see you later tonight." I give him a kiss.

"Love you!"

"Love you, too. Good luck on your project."

"You too." We exchange one last kiss, before going our own separate ways. Tony makes a retching noise as I walk up, and I backhand him. "You're just jealous. Now, shall we go to your house?" Tony nods, rubbing the back of his head. Together with Steve, we begin the journey back to Tony's house.

Once there, we work on the project for at least two hours before getting bored. Tony yawns. "We're almost done. Who wants to take a break and do something fun?" Steve and I share a nervous look. Tony's idea of fun is very different from ours. "Come on. I promise that it's perfectly safe." With some reluctance, Steve and I agree. Tony leads us out to his garage, where there are several flashy sports cars. "Want to take one out for a spin?" I look at Steve.

"This is your idea of safe? We don't have our licenses. Besides, do you even know how to drive?" Tony nods.

"Yeah, Jarvis showed me how. Come on. I could drive one of these in my sleep." Steve and I reluctantly climb into the car. Steve rides shotgun, and I sit in the back. The seat belt is tight and cuts into my belly, so I refrain from putting it on. After all, we'll only be gone for a few minutes. Steve and Tony both buckle in, since they're in the front seat. Tony backs the car out of the garage without hitting anything, and some of my anxiety eases. Soon, we are cruising around town. As time goes on, though, Tony becomes more and more reckless, going faster than the speed limit and ignoring road signs.

"Tony, you need to slow down!" Steve commands.

"You aren't the boss of me," Tony whines.

"Actually, I am, since you're a Beta and I'm an Alpha," Tony growls and petulantly presses on the accelerator. The car speeds up until we are doing at least 25 miles over the speed limit.

"Tony, watch -." Steve doesn't have time to finish his command before Tony blows through a stop light. I look out the window and see a red Hummer heading directly towards me. Before I can say anything, the car hits us, we spin out, and everything goes black.

The first thing that I am aware of when I come to is the amount of people that are in the room that I am in. It seems as if every one of my friends has somehow managed to cram themselves into the small space. The second thing that I notice is the tightness around my belly. "It's a fetal monitor," Clint explains, noticing that I am looking at it. His voice sounds rough and harsh, and if he's been crying. "Is the baby okay?" Clint nods, and I let out a sigh of relief. I've gotten insanely lucky. I try to stretch, before realizing how sore my body is.

"How long was I out?"

"About an hour." I notice that Tony is missing. My eyes search for Steve, to see if he is missing as well. After a few seconds, my eyes land on him. He has a few bruises and cuts on his face, but other than that, he seems to be fine.

"Where's Tony?" Clint's eyes darken, and he growls at the mention of Tony's name.

"He has his own hospital room."

"Is he okay? He was buckled in, and his side of the car isn't the one that got hit. What happened?"

"His injuries aren't from the accident," Clint snarls, barely repressed rage making him shake. I gasp.

"You didn't!" At this, the room begins to empty out.

"We'll check in with you later, okay?" Steve says, shooting me an apologetic look.

After the room has emptied completely, I turn to Clint. "What. Did. You. Do?" Clint whines and averts his eyes, looking sheepish.

"He hurt my mate with his foolish actions. I was so scared that you or the baby weren't going to make it," he admits, looking at the floor.

"Is he going to be okay?"

"He'll be fine. He's going to have a black eye and a hell of a concussion, but he should be fine."

"Clint, you have to think before you act. You're Alpha of our pack. Just because one of our packmates did something stupid doesn't give you the excuse to go ballistic and attack them. An Alpha has to be fair and just, or it'll never work out." Clint nods and lets out a sigh.

"I'll apologize later. Right now, I'm just glad that you're okay." I roll over to offer him my hand, when a sudden wave of nausea overtakes me.

"Clint, I need a bucket. Now," I retch, stomach heaving. Clint scurries to the side of the bed and grabs a trashcan, thrusting it at me. I take it and lean over. Immediately after leaning over, my stomach clenches, and I vomit into the trashcan. Finally, after a few more heaves, my stomach settles enough that I can lean back. I drag my hand across my mouth, trying to wipe away some of the mess. To my horror, my hand comes back streaked with blood. I wordlessly show Clint, and he dives for the Nurse Call button. As the nurses begin rushing in, my vision fades, and everything goes black once again.

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