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Chapter 2:
(SHIELD Helicarrier: Medical Wing)
After getting Clint to the Helicarrier via Quinjet, Natasha started to follow the medical team that had met them on the tarmac when Fury motioned for him to follow her.
'So what happened?' Fury demanded once inside the private meeting room. Captain Steve Rogers was also there. He looked up questioningly when the two of them entered but said nothing.
'I-I-I don't know' Natasha sobbed out. 'He was perfectly fine when he came home, bruised, but well, the usual. Then today he just..just..'
Fury nodded and was about to ask something else when there was a polite knock on the door.
Yanking it open, Fury glared at the doctor standing there. 'Well?' he barked.
'Agent Barton is in critical-' the doctor hadn't even finished his sentence before Natasha was sprinting through the corridors towards the Med Bay. She could dimly hear Steve yelling her name in the background, but mainly focused on getting to Clint.
The nurse on duty at the desk didn't even hesitate when she saw the wild-eyed Natasha standing there
'he's in room 12' she said.
Natasha nodded her thanks and settled for a powerful stride that got her down the corridor to room 12.
About to go in she saw a sign on the door that made her heart stop: Quarantine.
She didn't even realize Fury, Steve and the doctor were behind her until she turned around.
'He caught Yellow Fever' Fury said simply 'That's why he's in quarantine.'
The doctor hastily interjected with 'But you, Director Fury and Captain Rogers all have clearance to go in there. As long as you get vaccination, it will only take a minute and then you can go in.'
Fury carefully put an arm around Tasha and steered her across the hall. Once inside the small examining room, Natasha didn't even sit down. She rolled up her sleeve and looked away as the doctor injected whatever SHIELD developed vaccine that was needed.
When she tuned back to Fury all she said was,
'Why didn't Clint have the vaccine?'
'He….he…he didn't come in for his normal monthly physical, he was overdue for one.'
'You could have made him come' snarled Natasha.
'Romanoff, it wasn't Fury's fault' Rogers interjected calmly.
Natasha didn't reply to that. She simply strode through the door and into Clint's room. Fury and Rogers looked at each other and shrugged helplessly, then followed Natasha.
These chapters are all really short, so I apologize. But they should get longer as I go on! Thank you to everybody who is following and favoriting this story