Out of all of the ways He thought he would get killed, this was not one of them.
Struggling to get air into his lungs he slowly turn his head to the right looking at the headstrong red head beside him. His eyes fluttered to her chest waiting. He exhaled in relief when he saw her chest swell as she inhaled.
He tried moving his left arm but the slight movement made him recoil in pain. He felt a warm thick liquid run down the side of his face. His legs were pinned in front of him under something heavy and immobile.
His vision was blurred and a ravenous pain was starting to travel up his back and into his neck. He tried moving his right arm, it hurt at his should but ignored the pain reaching for the light skinned woman.
" 'Tasha," he gasped out, he saw her body stir but she had very little room to move. " 'Tash," her eyes started to flutter exposing the delightful green spheres behind her lids.
"C-Clint?" she rested her head on her shoulder looking at the light brown man next to her. "What?" she coughed causing her to wither in pain.
"We where on the bridge," he closed his eyes in concentration, "a car crossed over the median, I think we fell of the bridge?" She tried to move against the irregular shaped prison, but relaxed when she felt no escape.
"Are we upside down?" she turned to look out her wind but found concrete.
"Sideways?" Clint offered slowly reaching his hand towards hers. She met him halfway and interlocked their fingers.
"Clint?" he looked at her, "I have to tell you-"
"It's okay 'Tasha, we'll make it out okay."
"No, Clint," she started but he cut her off again.
"After we get out well take a vacation and figure out what happened the other night. We will figure out us," he gave her fingers a light squeeze. She was shocked at how cold they were and slowly panic started to swell in her chest.
"That's what I need to talk about," he was confused at her apprehensive attitude.
"It can wait, lets just make-"
"I'm pregnant," she cut him off and he looked at her his mouth agape. He stared at her for a few moment before smiling.
"I'm going to be dad?" he laughed and shrieked in pain as his seat belt dug deeper into his skin.
"Y-You, you want the baby?"
"Of course, Natasha, I wouldn't want any other woman to bear my child then you." Everything in the spies mind told them that their guard she be up. How could the relax? How could they enjoy life?
"Is anyone alive in there?" a strong voice pulled the couples attention to the dark-skinned man in the paramedics shirt.
"We have three alive here," Clint retorted, pleased.
We are slowly going to open the door. Natasha looked at the man but noticed Clint's arm, fear stole her breath.
"STOP!" the machinery was cut and the man looked at her. "What?" he started panicking.
"His arm is pinned, he probably doesn't have any circulation running in that part of his arm. You open the circulation all that de-oxygenized blood will race to his heart killing him. There has to be another way." she cried, has the Black Widow truly gone soft?
"We have a plan," the male pulled out of the window and they heard a grinding sound above them.
Strong hands lifted Natasha out of the vehicle first. The man looked in, confused looked at the short length haired lady, "I thought you said there were three?" She smile and slowly placed her hand on her stomach. He nodded understanding and called for a stretcher.
"We need back up! We have a amputation over here!" Natasha whipped her head back at Clint who was missing the lower portion of his left leg. She cried out to him but she was pulled into an ambulance, her sobs silenced by the sirens.
A/N: I wrote a story like this before but I didn't finish it. I will now have to make this into a Chapter instead of the One-Shot I was planning. I don't want it be 10 chapters long. Yes, it is in third person.