The Winter Solider

by A.J.YoungAwesome

After six months of running The winter soldier knew he was done, Hydra hadn't come, his handler was dead and he felt himself quickly following. He wanted to end the pain he felt, the constant voice of James Buchanan Barnes in his head was driving him to the grave. He just wanted silence, he need silence, enter Steve and the Avengers.

10. Chapter 10

Romanoff squinted at the bright light assaulting her as she opened her eyes and took in where she was.

Med Bay? Why was she i-

It all came back to her, Steve's room, Jarvis alerting her, jumping on The Soldiers back, being sent flying, pain and then nothing. She remembered it all and right now she needed out of this bed. sitting up she ignored the sudden beeping as she right all the wires off of her and pulled out her iv line. She had the covers off her and was two seconds from jumping up out of the bed when a two nurses ran in followed by a doctor, Bruce, Clint and Stark.

"Natasha Stop get back in bed!" shouted Clint as everyone started grabbing and pushing her back down, she fought back even though she felt exhausted. A sharp prick in her arm had her punching the nurse as the sedative starts making it way through her body.

"S-steve, I-I need to go"

"Shhhh Nat its okay"

"I-I Have to, Soldier h-he needs me"

Words failed her as she faded away just barely catching a worried Steve standing in the doorway.

The Next time Natasha woke she found Clint asleep in the chair to her right, rolling her eyes she made sure to remove her heart monitor last this time as she shifted out of bed, by the time it began to beep and alert everyone she was already out of her room and searching for the soldier.

Miss Romanoff, you are still healing.

Came Jarvis's lovely voice as she drew to a stop to take a breather. Man she hasn't felt his bad since Budapest.

"Where's the solider?" she huffs out

Medical Bay Room 2, I have alerted the others to your location.

"Jarvis if you had a body I'd punch you" she threatened before starting back up to room 2. Thankfully she still had some breath left by the time she got to the room and was meant with a familiar sight. The Solider, dressed in grey bottoms and a blue shirt was once again asleep and strapped down to the bed. His breathing was loud and harsh, he was having a nightmare and no one was with him.

Unable to watch Natasha dragged herself the last few feet and landed in the chair next to him, took his hand in hers and held on tight, whispering in Russian too him before exhaustion claimed her.