It had taken Natasha an eternity (or rather it just felt like it) to find Clint. In this worn down dark part of some little city in China. Broken and bloodied she cradled him in her lap doing the best she could to field dress his wounds. By the looks of it he had been out for quite sometime. An hour at the most. His hands were cold, he was hardly breathing, but thankfully she hag gotten there in time. 

SHIELD had the best doctors at their disposal. 

She could trust them with Clint’s life as she took up a constant vigil over her only friend in the world. Sure, you could argue that the other Avengers counted, but Natasha didn’t see it that way. The only person she could trust was lying there on that hospital bed, out cold with his injuries and all the drugs. 

Coulson had said they had done all they could and that now it was a waiting game.

Well, that’s what she was going to do. Wait.