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A Risk Worth Taking
All lives end, all hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage.
Mycroft Holmes
The steady beeps from the countless machines in the room soothed Natasha a little as she slowly entered the room, surprised about how much her heart was racing in this moment. This wasn't the first time she saw someone who was heavily injured, and she'd seen enough people she'd had a connection with die that she shouldn't be so shaken, but still she had to gulp hard and dig her fingernails into her palms to be able to control herself.
Steve's eyes were closed, his handsome face covered in cuts and bruises and she knew that his whole body looked like that; it made her stomach feel heavy. She knew that his injuries would heal, and still she felt herself worrying about him.
It was something she wasn't used to; she'd been trained only to care about her mission, to be indifferent towards fates of people she came across.
Her days of being a killer were over, but there were some things that couldn't be shrugged off that easily. Keeping her emotional distance almost was a reflex, caring too much still felt like a sign of weakness to her.
Yet she was sitting here, barely able to think of anything else than Steve, asking herself if she could have done anything to prevent this. Maybe if she'd been quicker...
Before Natasha knew it, her hand came to rest on Steve's and her thumb ran over his skin, the feeling of his warmth helping her to get rid of all these thoughts that were threatening to make her feel guilty.
A small groan from Steve caught her attention and she looked up at his face; his eyelids were fluttering and then he gazed over to her, lightly squeezing her hand. When he gave her a small smile she realised that while caring wasn't always an advantage, it was a risk she was willing to take.