A/N: I know I have not posted in a while but I was sick for almost a month and my muse for writing this fic was not the best. I have written a few one shots. A Wanda one called My Immortal and a Natasha one called Arachnid.

Thank you to guest CottonCandy for the lovely reviews (:

Running. It helped. She was up at the butt crack of dawn, leaving Jackson alone in his bed. As she changed into yoga pants and a hoodie, she realized that she hated sleeping with him. Hell, she hated sleeping with anyone. Well not anyone… there was a certain person she didn't mind sharing a bed with. Of course…. He was one of them. Tying her blonde hair into a ponytail she walked out of the hotel and jogged down the sidewalk.

The thick clouds still hung over the city as she leaned against a lamp post catching her breath. She didn't know how long she had been running but before she could calculate anything, her phone started ringing. Reaching into her hoodie, she pulled it out and saw the number. She knew something was not right. Laura didn't call unless it was an emergency. Laura never called her period.

"Laura?"

"Natasha... Its Clint.. He got hurt on a mission. He's at the hospital right now. By the time you get here, he'll be home. Tony sent a jet to Chicago for you."

It was like the world had suddenly stopped. Her brain struggling to process the words.

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

Hanging up, her green eyes scan the few people that walk or jog along the sidewalk, not taking anything in. Her best friend was hurt. He wouldn't have been hurt if she had been there. She wasn't about to lose another person she loved. Another person she cared about. The rain starts again, but it doesn't faze her as she turns back the way she came and jogs back to the hotel. How on earth was she going to get from Seattle to Chicago when no planes were flying out, she didn't know. But it had to be done. She needed to get to New York. Needed to see Clint.

Thankfully there were still people out there who had her back. That or owed her favors. 3 am and she was walking the damp streets of Chicago. It was as if everywhere she went there was rain. As if God or whatever supernatural force was out there didn't want her to forget Steve. Whatever supernatural force was out there was pulling her back to New York. Back to where it had all started. Back to the place that held so many memories, both good and bad. Back to where she had ended it.

It seemed that her world was collapsing all around her. It was like she couldn't touch something without it blowing up in her face. She had to put her own shit aside and focus on Clint and his family. Laura was going to need more help than normal.

Hours later, she found herself looking at Clint's farm. The sun just setting over the horizon, the sound of the small helicopter that brought her fading away. Biting the inside of her lip she hauled her duffle bag off the ground and walked towards the house.

Pulling the screen door open, the blonde lets herself in, familiar voices coming from the kitchen and living room. Setting her bag down by the door she walks further into the house, only to be met by silence as Tony and Sam stare at her.

"Oh, thank God you're here." Laura said as soon as she saw her.

Hugging the brunette back, she was thankful that at least one person did act like she was an alien with three heads. After putting her things in the guest bedroom she tucked Laila and Cooper in before collapsing into bed. Tony, Pepper and Sam were sleeping in the living room, but her mind wouldn't shut up. She knew they had called Steve. It was only a matter of time before he showed up.

To Be Continued. .