"No, I've got this." She muttered.

"Babe? The door was-"

Brock stood in the door way and looked down. Steve was holding her hand and was taking out the glass with Bruce.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!" Brock yelled whilst punching and pushed Steve.

A huge fight broke out and Natasha watched. It was all her fault. She watched the commotion with her eyes, and jut froze on the spot.

"Stop." She whispered. "STOP!" She yelled.

Natasha broke into the fight and stopped them from fighting. Her hand was one each one of their chest and she was panting and sweating.

For the first time ever she saw pain in his eyes. Hurt, and emotions in his eyes, whilst Brock was grunting in anger.

"Nat," They both say at the same time.

"It's either me," Steve said.

"Or him," Brock finished.

"Guys you can't do this to her," Bruce breathed.

"Your right. I'll make this easier. I'm out." Steve said.

"Steve no, we can work this out. All three of us."  Natasha said whilst gesturing towards Brock.

Steve shock his head and walk out the room with the boys trailing behind them. Brock kissed her forehead and stormed out. Natasha stood there and began to sob.

She's lost everyone, everything around her.