New chapter! Sorry, it's a little short, but I was pressed for time and had to upload something :). As always, I hope you guys enjoy!

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Even though Stark was there to help, Natasha couldn't hide the annoyance on her face when he drove up in a nice, black sports car with white leather on the inside.

He rolled down the window and looked upon the injured super-soldier through sunglasses that has slid halfway down his nose.

"Now, if I had known you were going to be that injured, I would've brought another car," Tony stated.

"I told you," Natasha mumbled. She pulled the car door open and Bucky carefully slid Steve into the backseat of the car.

The awkward moment came when both Natasha and Bucky tried to sit back there with him.

"He's my friend," Bucky tried.

Natasha slid past Bucky and into the backseat next to Steve. "No," was all she needed to say. Bucky quietly opened the passenger's door and got in next to Tony.

"Woah woah woah," Tony said, putting his hands up in a defensive stance. He turned around and whispered to Natasha, "isn't he that crazy HYDRA monster?"

Natasha put her palm to her forehead. "Stark! In case you haven't noticed, Steve is bleeding out here. We need to get him to the tower right now. If the man sitting next to you was completely crazy, he would be dead in a ditch by now. Drive," Natasha ordered.

Tony turned back to the front of the car and took another glance at Bucky, mumbling about how they didn't need another crazy person at the tower.

The car started and as they drove off, Natasha watched the hospital get smaller behind them, HYDRA agents still scouring for the super-soldier that has fled the scene.

Halfway to the tower, Steve's eyes were starting to close. His bandages were fairly blood-soaked and doing nothing to help Steve's wounds. HYDRA hadn't done a very good job, possibly what they had wanted to do. Natasha fumbled for his hand and kept her breathing steady as she measured his pulse. Slightly below normal.

"Steve, I need you to stay awake. We're almost to the tower," Natasha told him.

He nodded slightly and forced his eyes open more.

Tony drove up to the tower's entrance and once again Bucky and Natasha helped Steve out. Soon they were in the elevator, headed up to the communal floor.

"JARVIS, let Banner know that we need him," Tony spoke.

"I have, sir. He is already on the communal floor," JARVIS responded. Natasha had never gotten used to the AI. Even though JARVIS was nice enough, it felt strange talking to nothing and then that nothing would respond back.

The elevator doors clicked open and the other superheroes looked on with curious glances. Thor and Clint looked up from their game of chess and Bruce looked on from the kitchen.

Bruce came forward first and said, "I need him down on the medical floor, right now."

Bucky nodded, as it was clear he was going nowhere. Natasha slipped out from under Steve and let Bruce take her place. They went back into the elevator and soon disappeared from sight.

"Lord Steven, will he be alright?" Thor's voice boomed.

Natasha pushed a few strands of hair from her face and sat down. "I don't know. Hopefully. But he has major wounds and was in HYDRA's "care". So I have no idea," she said, avoiding their glances.

"What about Fury?" Tony called from the kitchen, sipping on a bottle of water, apparently not worried at all about the situation at hand.

Natasha got up and pushed past the other men to the elevator. Her expression was clear that she didn't want to talk about it. The elevator closed and she tapped the button for her floor.

Once Natasha got to her floor, she went right to her room and closed the door. She turned on the water in the bathroom and began washing off her face, which was covered in dirt and dust. No way presentable. She watched the grayish red water swirl down the drain, disappearing out of sight.

She turned off the water and looked in the mirror, patting her face dry.

It was in silence and solitude that she let her mind wander.

"What if he doesn't make it? What if HYDRA did to him what they did to Bucky?" she asked herself.

She had already lost Fury, the man that was as close to family as she would ever have. Sure, he was a pain sometimes, but he knew her, he understood.

And Steve. Could she really be attracted to a man she met a week ago? A man that is her complete opposite.

A quiet knock on her door disrupted her thoughts. She padded over to the door and opened it slightly. Standing on the other side was Clint.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," she simply replied.

"Can I come in?" Natasha opened the door fully and Clint stepped into the room.

"I know well enough to not ask you if you're okay, because I know you're not," he stated, looking at her eyes, which kept scanning the room, never resting on him.

"Thank you for saving me the pain of having to talk more than I want to," Natasha replied and sat gingerly on the bed.

"I'm sure Steve will be alright. From what I've heard, he doesn't go down without a fight. Especially now that he has his friend by his side, recovering should be easier."

She looked up at him, at the playful smirk speed across his face. Leave it to Clint to try and make her feel better.

"Who's going to lead us now that Fury is gone? SHIELD was compromised. Pierce is still leading HYDRA with an iron fist. We have no idea of knowing who is loyal and who is a traitor," Natasha sighed.

"Well," Clint said, sitting down next to her. "I know six people for sure that are with us. Thor, Bruce, Steve, Maria, me, and as much as I hate to say it, Tony," he smirked.

"Yeah, you have a point."

"We can start over. There's always going to be evil. As long as there's someone to keep it at bay, we'll be alright. I'm not going anywhere."

What Natasha loved most about Clint was that she could be herself. Let a little of her softer interior show. He was the one person that she constantly wouldn't push away. He knew her past, he already knew the darkest things about her, what she had done. And yet he still chose to live in the same building as her. Hell, he still chose to talk to her. If Tony knew what she had done, what she had been through, he would die of fear for ever making fun of her.

But it also entertained Natasha that if Stark ever got too annoying, she could always strike fear into his heart. Maybe that would be better for everyone, but she decided to keep the thought to herself.

She leaned her head against his shoulder. "Thanks, Clint."

He smiled in response before gingerly getting up. "I'm going to go see if Bruce needs any help. You, however, need a shower," he said, putting his fingers to his nose.

She punched him playfully on the arm with a smile on her face as he left and closed the door behind him.

On the medical floor, Bruce had Steve set up in a room with heavy sedatives pumping into his arm. He gingerly removed the bandages as the captain's blood spilled over his side. Too much blood if he had been bandaged properly, which he hadn't.

The wounds were open and weeping crimson, no sign of stitches on any of them. As Bruce inspected Steve's stomach wound, he could see a glint of metal inside the wound. HYDRA had simply put a bandage over the wounds. The bullet was still inside Steve and the wounds were open.

"Crap," Bruce muttered under his breath. If he were to help Steve, he had his work cut out for him. Quite simply, he was running out of time. Even a super-soldier couldn't stand to lose most of his blood.

I am sorry to say, but school is starting again and I will have to go back to updating once a week. Sorry again :(