Saving Natasha

PART 64: AMBULANCE

STEVES POV

I carried her small body over to the bed, pulling my shirt off to wrap it around her arm. I grabbed my phone and called Tony. I didn't want to call an ambulance out of fear of what happened last time. Tony told me to bring her over so he could 'asses the damage' he sounded so calm and nonchalant. I ran out to the car, Natasha in my arms, and lay her into the passenger side.

I raced to Tony's driving faster than ever before. I raced up the steps to his front door, kicking it open because i had no free hands and couldn't wait for tony to answer.

"TONY"

"Woah woah woah, calm down capsicle, I'm here.....really Steve. My door!" He appeared around a wall and his face instantly fell.

"Really steve. You told me she made a few cuts. Not that she tried to butcher her arm" he walked past me down a set of stairs and I followed him. He led the way to a small room with a bed in the middle. I lay Natasha down on it while tony rummaged around in cupboards, pulling things out and stacking them in his arms. He turned around and stopped.

".....why aren't you wearing a shirt rogers" he raised an eyebrow at me.

"O shut up tony, I wrapped it around her arm"

"Ah...right" he walked over to Natasha and carefully unwrapped the bloodstained shirt from her arm.

"Ok yes this is worse than I thought"

"Steve....I'm going to need you to call an ambulance"

"No, we can drive to the hospital. Its not that far"

"Steve, she's already lost a lot of blood, it looks like she got pretty deep. She'll need stitches. I cant do that here, and the fastest way to get to the hospital is in an ambulance"

"But.."

"No steve. I know that was traumatic. But were talking about her life here. Now grow the fuck up.Call. An. Ambulance. Now" he started washing off her arm and I pulled out my phone.

"Fine. But I'm going in the ambulance with her." I stared at the number on my phone, my finger hovering over the call button.