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[goodinleather]

[The feed flicks on at an odd angle, blood spattered across the screen. Unlike most of her friends, Natasha isn't that much of a super soldier or a god. She's a human, and she's been badly hurt. Her normally pristine clothing is nearly all red with blood

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[originalavenger]

Natasha? [ No. No no no. No. Steve is out of the house in an instant, no care given to even grabbing his shield. He's lucky that he encounters none of them on his way to find her, and even luckier that her recognizes the area that shes in.

When he arrives, boots crunching heavily in the snow, he slides to his knees next to her, quickly gathering her into his arms. No neck or spinal injury, so he's hoisting her up and stomping off towards the nearest hospital.

Too many friends have died because he wasn't there for them. ]

[goodinleather]

[Normally she would protest that she could get up herself, but she doesn't even fight back. She does suck in a breath as she leans against him. She hurts. Hurts bad.]

I- I'm getting... blood everywhere...

[originalavenger]

Don't talk. I'm gonna get you somewhere safe, okay? So please, just don't.. [ He chokes a little, cradling her as gently as he dares to without dropping her. When he hits the hospital, he nearly kicks in the door.

It's probably as much a blur for her as it is for him. She's taken by the doctors and rushed off to a room, and he's left to wait for what seems like forever before he's lead to the room they've put her in after surgery. He only half listens as the doctor explains her conditions to him, and when the doctor leaves, he hovers in the doorway before slowly making his way in, and sitting heavily next to her bed. ]

[goodinleather]

[Her vision was already beginning to swim even before they got to the hospital. Her good hand clutched at his shirt, holding on feebly.] I promise... I'll try not to.

[After surgery, Natasha was uncomfortable. She hated being connected to wires. She hated painkillers. She just hated being useless. She didn't want to rely on others unless it was absolutely necessary. If she was fighting alongside the others, it was one thing. But something like this...

Her eyes open slowly after a while. She doesn't make a noise, but she does try to move. Ow.]

[flipsalltables]

[Thor had tried communicating with Natasha, he had searched, just in case Steve hadn't gotten to her in time, and eventually he had gone to the hospital to check if she was there. Looking rather uncertain of what to do, Thor stood at the door for a long moment before approaching slowly, Mjolnir still in his hand after flying about the city to check for Natasha.

He doesn't know what to say and simply looks at her for a moment, then at the equipment she is hooked up to. He doesn't know what any of it does, though he remembers being in a room full of it and breaking most of it.

Brow furrowed, he just looks, not sure where his voice went.]

[goodinleather]

[njfkdnjk Thor, don't give her that look. She already feels bad enough that she got into this situation in the first place. She's supposed to be good at what she does. She felt useless in the entire fight.

She shifted uncomfortably.] I'm awake, it's okay.

[flipsalltables]

[Thor straps Mjolnir to his hip and moves in closer, sitting after a few moments, still not sure what to say. It's a painful reminded that the friends he makes will all die long before him.]

What... what happened?

[goodinleather]

The statues...

[She closes her eyes a moment.] They were too fast... they got the best of me.

[ironfail]

[video]

[Tony's been sending message after message to Natasha, hoping she'd finally pick up, but to no avail. He hopes that's because she's been taken to safety and not because some angel came and finished the job. Deciding for one last try, he hits the send button on his communicator, frustrated.]

Fucking hell, Nat, answer your damn phone. You should've fucking told me you were going out, I could've let you borrow my repulsor glove. What'd you try to do, fight them off with your ninja kung fu? Jesus Christ.

[goodinleather]

[When Nat does reply, it's from her hospital room. From what he can see, her face is a bit bruised, and her arm is in a sling.]

Glad to see you care, Tony.

[ironfail]

Of course I fucking care, you - [Tony deflates a little, mostly relieved that she's not dead, but he still looks angry.] If you died we'd need to find a replacement Avenger.

[goodinleather]

We'd be a little hard-pressed to find one here, that's for sure.

[She's happy that he's worried though. It means that he's warming up to the rest of them.] I'll be more careful next time.