Bruce hurried down the stairs to Natasha's floor. The elevator was broken and he had gotten a call from someone very worried that something was wrong. He burst though the door to find a young boy with black hair shaking Natasha's shoulder. "Please wake up, Mommy."

When she didn't reply, the boy turned to Bruce. "Can you help my mommy? She won't wake up and she said you were a doctor so I called you."

"Calm down, Buddy. Why don't you tell me what happened?"

"Mommy went to work and Miss Maria watched me. Mommy came home and said she was very tired so she fell asleep on the couch and now she won't wake up and there's all this red stuff around her."

"Okay, do you know how long she's been like this?"

"Since she got home."

Bruce did a quick examination and it didn't take long to find the wound; a six inch gash on her stomach. Both her shirt and her couch were damp with blood. The boy began to cry and Bruce turned to him. "Shh, it'll be okay, Buddy, I'll make sure your mom gets better."

The boy nodded. "Can I go get Uncle Clint?"

"Yeah, why don't you do that?"

The boy ran from the room and returned just as Bruce finished stitching up the wound. He dragged Clint into the room by the hand. "Dmitri, what is the matter with you?"

"Mommy's hurt."

Clint didn't have to be dragged then. He was by Natasha side in an instant, Dmitri in one arm and holding her hand. "How's it looking, Doc?"

"I think she'll need a transfusion, but once her blood levels get back up, she'll be fine."

Clint held out his arm. "Hook me up."

Bruce long since learned that it was pointless to argue with the master assassin and started the process.

The next day, Natasha woke up to Bruce in one chair, Clint and Dmitri curled up on another, all three were asleep. She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the couch, grimacing at the amount of blood on both her and her sofa. Dmitri sniffled on the couch and Natasha saw dried tears on his face. She sighed softly and got the stain remover from the kitchen. After cleaning up the couch, Natasha took a quick shower, washing the dried blood from her body and throwing away her clothes.

She started breakfast and it was almost finished when Dmitri ran into the kitchen. "Mommy!"

Natasha picked him up. "Shhh, Baby. Everything's fine."

"You was hurt! You said you would safe."

"I know, Sweetheart. I'm sorry. One of the bad guys was very angry with me."

"Did you beat his ass too?"

Natasha started at this. "Where in the world did you hear that?"

"Uncle Tony says that lots."

Natasha sighed. She was going to have to have a talk with 'Uncle Tony'. "I'm okay now, Baby."

Dmitri kissed Natasha on the cheek and squirmed out of her grasp. Bruce entered the kitchen a moment later. "How are you, Natasha?"

"I'm okay, thanks, Doc. I take it you patched me up?"

"Yeah. The boy called me. Said his mommy was 'hurted real bad'."

Natasha smiled. "I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about Dmitri. His father is still looking for us. He was one the one that stabbed me. I need to protect him now more than ever."

Bruce nodded. "I won't tell a soul."