Natasha. She saved the world. Yes, a really gorgeous woman, a perfect fighter, dangerous, flirty and literally everything you aren't. But you're her sister. The sister of one of the most dangerous spies in the world.

And how it crushed you when she died. Or at least, that's what you thought. Three days later Tony came in (yep, he's alive) holding his phone to his ear. "Yes, we'll be there in two to three hours." Then he hung up and stared at you. You stared back, confused. "Natasha." He simply said, but that confused you even more. Didn't she die on Vormir? For Clint to get that damn stone? "She's in a coma. In France. In a hospital."

A few minutes later you and the other avengers were in the Quiniet, on their way to the french hospital Natasha was supposed to be. Hell, you were scared. Is it really Natasha? Or is that a prank? Is she alive? So many questions flew around your head.

The quinjet landed and you left it with shaking hands. Wanda put a hand on your shoulder supportively. Bucky takes your hand. If you wouldn't have them as your closest people... Well, except Natasha, of course. You walk into the hospital and ask for the room. Room 160.

About two minutes later the Elevator stops. You see the green door at the end of the room. Why are hospital doors green? Everything else is white or blue, so why the hell green doors? Maybe it's just the helpless try to get your mind to finally stop racing, but it's not quiet working. Tony decides to step up and open the door. The silver metal numbers seem to blur when he pushes the door open.

There she is. Your sister. It's clear that it's her. Now in a hospital gown, her suit lying over a chair next to the bed. And on the chair...

"Loki??" Thor asked, completely crushed. Oh. That's how Natasha got here... Loki. But your mind just recognizes it in the back. Your sister. Is. Alive. You sit down next to her and take her hand. A pulse. Live.