Natasha/James
Natasha took a deep breath as she walked into medical. She'd been with Clint, keeping him company and making sure he didn't need anything. He probably needed to come to medical but they'd taken care of each other so often over the years that they could easily tell if something was wrong with the other. If she caught anything, she'd let someone know.
She had screwed up royally with James when he'd first arrived, but over the months she felt like things were going better. They'd been spending time together, he'd been over for dinner and it felt like they were more comfortable around each other now. All she knew was that as soon as she'd heard about what had happened to him, she had to go to medical and once she had made Clint promise not to do anything stupid, she headed down there.
Seeing him lying there wrapped up in bandages and drifting in and out of consciousness brought a lump to her throat that she hadn't expected. Taking another deep breath, she walked over and sat down on a chair beside him. Reaching out to rest her hand lightly on his, she said "Hey kid, I'd ask you how you were feeling but I think I've got a pretty good idea."