This chapter is slightly Captain Hill! Sorry about that, but who doesn't love a bit of Captain Hill! Check out my other Captian Hill story if you do like that sort of thing though! There will be another one of them to come!
I waited outside the glass box that Clint was being operated in. The procedure was about to start and I couldn't help but feel nervous. Bruce had explained that the operation could have multiple repercussions that could result in harming him even more. If they cut a little too far, then it may damage his brain. But he agreed to the terms. It's not your problem Romanoff. Stop worrying. If I was religious, I would pray, but I don't believe in God. What kind of God would allow such disasters to happen on earth? Earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions and al the other shit that goes on in this world.
"Ready to proceed." I heard someone's voice say through the speakers outside the booth. Bruce was observing from the sidelines to avoid any more disasters. Tony was performing the main operation, because it was his technology being attached to Clint's ear. He was the most experience one in the world when it came to completing this operation which put me a little at ease. Just a little.
"Operating on Legalos now." Stark said. He is such a prick. Stark picked up a calpel and started to cut at his ear. Blood was pouring out of his ear at a rapid rate and I banged against the glass.
"STARK! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" I shouted at the idiot, my fists pounding agianst the box. He's going to kill him. That much blood should not be coming out of his head. Some of the nurses were rushing around, getting swobs to stop the flow of blood, but some were very distracted by me and my actions. He doesn't know what the hell he is doing!
"Romanoff, calm down!" Steve warned me, walking over to where I was stood outside.
I didn't listen to him and ran over to the door - the only thing between me and Clint. I opened it and ran over to Clint, pushing away all the medical staff as I walked over. I got to him, his ear dripping with blood. Stark tried to push me back, urgently saying "I need to finish injecting him to stop this!" as he tried to fend me off. It was then that I noticed the needle stuck into his neck and I stopped attacking Stark, but as soon as I stopped, a bleeping went off that signified that his heart was at critical. What have I done?
The monitor was flashing red and I stepped away from his body, letting Stark take over. "I'm sorry." I whispered to Clint, maybe even to Stark. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I repeated as a mantra, my voice almost none existent as I walked towards the glass wall and rested my back against it. I slid down the wall, onto the floor, as the sirens continued and the medical team tried to fix Clints condition. Stark finished injecting the substance into his neck, but the sirens continued.
"He's in too bad of a condition to continue with the procedure. Abort operation." Stark ordered as he took the empty needle out of Clints neck. Tony kept pressure on the ear with some kind of bandage and I just sat there whilst the doctors and nurses fixed my mistake.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I kept saying until Rogers eventually had to carry me out of the room. How could I do this to him? He's been through enough! I didn't even mean to. I just wanted him to be out of harms way.
Half an hour later
I was sitting on one of the science stools in the infirmary, staring at the opposite wall. The box was on my left, the box where Clint was bleeding, and the others were just talking in different sections of the room. Talking about something...anything. I would get involved in their pointless converstaions, but I didn't want to talk to anyone at the minute if it wasn't to do with Clint.
"That must be a really intersting wall." Steve said from behind me. He came and sat on the chair next to me, a sympathetic smile on his face.
"You here with an update?" I asked. It's the only thing that I am interested in.
"Yes." he said and I turned my head to face his.
"Is he going to be okay? How is his condition?" I asked, my voice at a normal pace and controlled.
"Stable." he answered and I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. "For now." he added and I furrowed my eyesbrows at Steve's sudden change in the outlook of his injury.
"For now?" I asked.
"Well...if you pull a stunt like you did half an hour ago again…" he started, but paused for a couple of seconds. Then he splutted out his emotions, like always. "What the hell were you thinking Romanoff? He could have died from your actions. I mean what came over you? You are never usually like this. Has something happened t-"
"ROGERS!" I interrupted. Steve may seem controlled but deep inside he isn't. He's got a chip on his shoulder that he can't shake. He has a wildfire within him that could explode at any moment, but he choses not to let it out. The punchbags he meets everyday get a slight glimpse at the real Steve, but no one else does. No one. Maybe Maria Hill will change that. They seem to be getting close at the minute, so hopefully she will change him.
He shook his head and said "I'm sorry." He put a hand on my shoulder and continued. "I didn't mean to be so questioning and accusational. It was only because you have been so out of character today."
"I agree." I said, thinking about how I would never do that if it wasn't Clint. "When will Stark be ready to operate?"
"When Stark feels ready." he answered. Me and Clint are partners. Always there for each other. That is the only reason why I am caring so much about this and I never care about anyone, so he had god damn better wake up soon. I turned my head to Steve.
"How are you and Maria?" I asked, trying to change the subject to something lighter and make me stop thinking about Clint. He turned his head to face me too and looked confused at me, even though his cheeks were going a light shade of red.
"What do you mean?" he asked and I smiled.
"Don't fool me Rogers. I've seen the way you smile when she laughs and that's all I need to tell."
"To tell what?"
"To tell that you like her." I answered and he defeatedly sighed, putting his head in his hands.
"There is no beating you Romanoff."
"No there isn't." I answered, smiling, and after a couple of seconds he turned his head to me and smiled too. "Sooo….what's going on with you two?" I asked again, trying to find out some gossip. I would never tell anyone I like hearing gossip. I like knowing what people are feeling so I can try and understand what people are like.
He looked back at where she stood looking through the glass at a lifeless Clint. "We get along really well. We are interested in the same things and treat each other mutually, which is probably the best thing. We understand what it's like to lose people." he said, gulping afterwards. "And we understand what it's like to recover from that. We also know how to take orders." he said, chuckling softly.
I smiled at him and said "I'm happy for you."
He shook his head, laughing, and said "We're not together yet, Romanoff."
"Yet?" I said suggestively and he laughed.
Hill came over curiously and asked "What are you two laughing about?"
"Nothing, nothing." Steve said, waving his hand.
"Oh come on. No one's been laughing since Clint got in here. You two have and I want to know what about." she said, smiling. Hill always did have a beautiful smile actually. She was a beautiful person on the outside and in her heart. I can understand why Roger's likes her so much. I was jealous of her when I first came here and to tell the truth I still am. She's beautiful, funny and very skilled in combat. Yes, I may be more skilled in combat than her, but she has the perfect balance of everything.
"No, I can't. Sorry." Steve said, smiling smugly, pulling me out of my jealous thoughts. Maria turned to me.
"Romanoff?" she asked.
"Steve was just saying that he has a huge crush on you and he would like to take you on a date." I replied, knowing that it would stur something up between them. Maria was taken back a bit by my comment and Steve just glared evilly at me, without Maria seeing.
"You...you did?" she asked, a smile beginning very smally on her face.
"N-no. No, I didn't say that to her. She's just being stupid." Steve said trying to cover his tracks and going very red in the face from embarassement.
Maria gazed at the floor and said disappointedly "Oh...right okay." She started to walk away, but Steve said "Wait!" She stopped and turned to him, Steve walking forward a couple of steps to meet her. "Look, I didn't say it when I was talking to Romanoff just then but...would you…..would you…"
"Would I what?" she asked, confused.
"Would you...like to...g-go on a date with me?" he asked. Oh my God. I never thought that he would actually ask her.
"Your...not joking?" she asked, double checking that he was being serious.
"Of course not." he said softly. She nodded and tried to act cool about it. God, she is so stupid sometimes.
"Cool. I mean...yeah sure." she replied, placing her hand on the desk, but accidentally knocking over a metal dish containing some metal surgical instruments. It clanged on the floor and a few surroudning people looked over. She quickly picked it up and Steve bent helped with the surgical equipment. "You don't have to." she said, gathering the stray pieces together.
"No, it's fine." he said, putting them in the bowl, along with the rest. He smiled at her as she placed it back on the table.
"I'll talk to you later about it then?" she asked, regaining her pride, although her cheeks were still pink.
"Sure." he replied, smiling at her. She smiled back and for a moment they were just standing there, looking into each others eyes. I can never have that. Maria snapped out of it, looking at me, and said "Goodbye Natasha."
She sauntered off, to look through the glass box at Clint again, and I noticed a little more sway in her hips than usual. Steve stood there for a moment, absorbing the fact that he just asked someone out, and then came to sit back down next to me.
"That went well." I said, smiling.
"Well?" he asked, looking slightly stressed. "Are you kidding?" he said angrily, through a whisper, so no one could hear.
"What's your problem?" I asked. I thought he would be grateful.
"I've never been on a date before in my life."
"And it's good that you've got one because you are nearly 100." I retorted and his jaw dropped slightly. He snapped it shut and turned the other way, his chair squeaking as he did. I rolled my eyes and looked forward again. He is a child sometimes.
I heard his chair squeak again and he said "Thank you." in a calmer tone than before.
"That's alright." I replied and smirked at him. "Where are you going to take her?"
"There is a beautiful restaurant. 34th street. Small, but sweet." he said simply.
I nodded. "She'll like that."
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