In His Arms

Brad sat next to his wife's bed in the medical unit. He couldn't stop looking at her beautiful face and hoping that each second would be the one she would wake up but he was dissapointed every time.

"Don't you miss me?"Brad asked.

"Don't you want to come back to me?"

"Hey."Jake said as he walked in.

"Hey."Brad replied unenthusiastically.

Jake thought he had become a shell of a man. Angelina wouldn't want this.

"Why won't she wake up?"Brad said.

"She will. You just have to be patient. I think you should go back home or just go somewhere for a while."

"No, I'm not going anywhere. I have to be here when she wakes up."

"What if I promise that there will be a trusted person here at all times. Angelina wouldn't have wanted you to be like this and you know it." Jake hoped his words were enough to convince him.

"Ok."He sighed.

Brad decided to see Natasha before going home. He wondered how she was doing. He wished he could do more. He wished he could get her out of there but his hands were tied. She didn't deserve to be there but there was nothing he could do to save her.

"Hey,sweet pea." He said to Natasha but he got no reply. He walked closer to her cell and saw her rocking herself back and forth.

"Natasha."He called out to her again but he got no response. She seemed to be in a world of her own.

"Natasha,please stop ignoring me." He thought she was mad at him but after taking a closer look her he realized that something else was the problem. She looked like she had been beaten up. It had to have been Diavolo,the bastard!

...

"So,you finally got him out of medical."Diavolo said as he looked at the city from the highest floor of his company.

"Yup! Don't you take I deserve a reward for this?" Jake felt really proud of himself.

"Like what?"

"Your sports car." He beamed.

"No way in hell." Diavolo replied.

"Come on, man. Please."

"No! Go get your own."

"How can you be so cold to your own brother?"

"We aren't brothers." Diavolo said. Jake could be a pain sometimes

"We practically are. Is your love for a mere car grater than your love for me? You are going to have to choose. It's either the car or me. What's it gonna be?"

"The car, obviously." Diavolo smirked.

Their conversation was interrupted by Brad barging in.

"What did you do to her, Diavolo?"

"You're going to have to be more specific. Who are you talking about?"

"Natasha,you hurt her , didn't you?"

"And if I did?"

"Please just tell me if it was you or not."Brad begged.

"Since,when do I have to answer to you?" Diavolo didn't owe anyone an explanation. He did as he pleased.

"Please."He pleaded.

"I didn't touch her."

"I don't believe you."Brad said. If it wasn't him,then who was it?

Diavolo laughed darkly.

"Do you honestly think I care whether you believe me or not?"

"What's wrong with her?"Jake asked.

"I don't know but someone definitely hurt her."Brad replied.

"What makes you sure of that?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that I'm not blind?" Brad said sarcastically.

Diavolo headed towards the underground facility where Natasha was being held captive with Jake and Brad hot on his tail.

Diavolo opened her cell and was surprised to see the broken state she was in. She was rocking herself back and forth with her knees pulled to her chest. She was staring into space. It seemed her thoughts were far away. Almost like she was in some sort of trance.

"Wow, Diavolo! You finally broke her."They heard John say from behind them.

"I knew it was you."Brad said.

"It wasn't me."

Diavolo walked towards her and squatted.

"Get out."

"What?"

"I said get the fuck out!"He yelled.

After they left he sat down next to her. He had no idea what he was doing. He felt responsible for whatever it was that happened to her.

"What happened to you?" He asked.

He moved closer to her and carried her bridal style. He winced. He couldn't believe he was actually carrying her. He hadn't been able to touch anyone in ages.

Diavolo chucked. He thought it was funny how the people were scared of someone who couldn't even carry a girl without wincing.

It seemed he had gotten her out of her trance. She looked at him with her beautiful and innocent eyes. She put her arms around him and placed her head on his chest.

"It hurts." He heard her whisper before she passed out.

"Don't worry, I'll make it all go away."

He took her to his room on the highest floor and placed and placed her gently on the bed. He called the doctor to check on her.

"She'll be fine, don't worry. I'll be on my way now."

'Worry?' He wasn't worried. Was he?He didn't care about her.

He was about to leave the room when Natasha held his hand."Pl..please don't go."

She looked so scared. He wondered what happened. This was very different from the strong girl he met who just wouldn't shut up.

Against his better Judgement he hopped on the bed and she hugged him immediately.

What was so different about her? He wasn't usually able to touch people without remembering things he would much rather forget but having her in his arms made him feel at peace.