I'm so so so so sorry this chapter took so long, and it's not the best but I promise to kind of keep updated with this story! Ive had college work and no motivation at all to do anything... main ship in this is NatxSteve. Thank you so much for the follows and favourites! Enjoy
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Was it hours or minutes or even seconds that passed? Honestly Cap couldn't tell. In his mind he knew that Natasha should have been dead, the amount of blood she lost was unreal however she was alive apparently and in the doctors words 'she'll be up and kicking in no time'. He couldn't bring himself to say it but he really did like Natasha and not even in a friend way, ever since he saw her bright red hair he knew she was special, fighting Bucky together was the real bonding of their relationship but nothing was said more about the kiss or the past lovers. She was so special to him so the mere thought of her lying in a cold room being sliced like a piece of meat made his blood boil. But she was alive. That's all that mattered to him. She was alive
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Factors of blood loss multiplied with her figure didn't add up and Tony knew this. He'd run background checks on Natasha when the avengers first started but her records were super super secret and encrypted. Obviously that was no task for him but the process would take a couple of days and he wasn't willing to get on the bad side of a trained assassin. Barton had refused to say anything about the red head, in fact he hadn't spoken since he left the building which unknowingly hinted to Tony that he was hiding something. He loved Natasha, she was like a little, lethal sister and the thought of her being hurt angered him greatly. More to the point he knew how much Cap had feelings for her and as he quickly glanced to see the large man his face was written with worry. He was glad she was alive, but how. How the hell did she survive?!
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'Shit shit shit shit shit shit. Goddamn it Natasha they are asking me questions and I don't even know the answers to most of them. I told you to tell them about your past but no, you wouldn't have it! And now Tony is looking at me like I've got something to hide… maybe because I do! For god sake Nat why can't you be more open with people.
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Clint rubbed his hand through his hard gel hair and tried to establish what had happened in the past 5 hours. Thor had gone to finish up the scene and Banner wouldn't come in. Apparently the bloke doesn't like hospitals… weird. It worried Clint because he knew a lot about Natasha, he thought he new everything but still after all these years he gets surprised by her likes and dislikes and her little habits. Things like how she loves musicals and musical theatre (god help him if he ever told anyone) and how she hated unnatural coloured foods like blue mms. Little things that shock him and humour him at the same time was what he loved and hated about Natasha so when Tony comes striding up to his seat and parks his rear right next to him, not saying a word, he worried about what he should say.
'So whats the deal?'
'What do you mean?' Clint used the most straight tone he could use, trying not to give any information away.
'What I mean is that we have a teammate in intensive care with gunshot wounds and stab wounds after being in a dark Russian room with god knows who, and when we find her there Russian words which translate to a name very similar to Natashas on. I aint grilling you Barton I'm just worried, what if this psychopathic bitch comes back for desert?'
'Tony, I honestly don't know whoever did this, Nat has had a shit past so god knows who it could be'
'Now you see thats the thing, no one knows who she is, except you'
Tonys voice seemed so angered and upset it shocked Clint to hear it, even Steve over the side of the waiting room watched impatiently as the 2 talked about Natasha.
'I dont know much about her past, all I know is that she's Russian and was trained by the KGB using a knock of super soldier serum. I was sent to kill her and I didn't, and here we are'
'Here we are indeed'
A small nurse walked into the waiting room with a clip board, at the sight of her all 3 avengers stood up.
'Miss Romanoff is ready for visitors, she isn't awake at the moment but give her time to heal, she eating up most the drugs that should last her for days!'
And with that the 3 large men paced up to her room, hopefully for some answers.