Fic for ysande: If I Fall | Gen | PG-13
Title: If I Fall
Author: eddiessofa
Recipient: ysande
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing)
Universe (movie/comic): MCU
Pairing/Characters: Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Tony Stark,
Word Count: 1051
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Summary: Clint takes a fall and learns about being on a team.
Clint's entire body ached and he was fairly sure he was under a wall. There were voices shouting from far away but they were drowned out by the blood rushing through his ears. He may have blacked out because the last thing he remembered was choosing an exploding arrow over a grappling hook to shoot the Doom bot that had its sights on Tony. The bot was closer than he realized and it brought down the building.
There was a rumble on his legs but he could feel both arms and had movement in them. A quick brush down of his torso and his hand came back bloody. His whole body felt cold. The voices were growing more insistent and now there were even flashes of light. Clint reached for his bow on instinct but he knew even if it was a Doom bot that found him, he wouldn't have the strength to fire. He sighed and pulled out his side arm.
The light came closer and holy fuck it hurt to lift his arm. He really hoped his team was close and the blood in his ears was making his head pound. Clint opened his mouth to speak instead of words a harsh cough, speckled with blood came out and his stomach wound must be worse then he thought. The light was almost at him but he couldn't really see then he heard Tony screaming and he tried to yell back.
“Tony,” Clint sounded weak even to his own hears and he coughed up more blood. The cough ripped through his body and his torso was on fire. Still he lifted his shaking arm and tried to aim as the light approached.
“Clint, Jesus its me. Don't shoot. Holy fucking Christ, you alive?”
Clint dropped his throbbing arm and the fun clattered to the ground. He saw the Iron Man faceplate enter his field of vision and knew he was safe. The last thing Clint remembered was cold hands on his face and shaking.
The bright light woke him and why the hell would he leave the light on before going to bed? The smell hit him next, no way was he in his bunk, the rest of senses came online slowly. He could hear machines beeping and quiet voices, could smell antiseptics and it all added up to medical.
The next time he woke up, he knew where he was at. Clint opened his eyes and Coulson was in the chair next to him, laptop open on a small table in front of him. Clint tried to speak, the words lodged in his throat and a cough choked out. Coulson had a straw to his lips before he could try again and watered tasted so good. Maybe medical had special water, some kind of magic tree of life healing water.
“I believe you're just thirsty, Agent Barton,” Coulson deadpanned.
“Good drugs?” Clint’s voice sounded rough but at least talking wasn't painful.
“I think stark and Banner engineered a new pain reliever just for you.”
“You should tell them that it fuckin' rocks.”
Coulson glanced at his watch. “Tell them yourself. The team should be here in an hour or so, world saving called.”
“Why aren’t you with them?” Because the teamed needed Coulson. He was the best and Clint didn't trust anyone else to keep his team safe; especially when he was unable to watch out for them.
Coulson's mouth lifted at the corner and it might as well of been a full face grin. “Thanks for the vote of confidence but Hill is with them. It's a minor thing, aliens in the park and they refused to leave unless someone stayed with you.”
“I wasn't dying,” Clint scoffed, even if the concern was nice, waking alone sucked.
Coulson almost grinned again and Clint realized he was still talking out loud. Good ass drugs.
“There was also concerned raised that if you woke alone you might try to do something foolish, such as leave the bed.”
“I appreciate their faith in my abilities but I don't think I could walk if my life depended on it.”
A nurse came in to check him over and cluck disapprovingly, by the time she left Clint was fighting off sleep.
“You'll wake me when they come?” He asked, trying to keep focus on Coulson.
“Absolutely not. Go to sleep, we'll be here when you wake again.”
And Clint wanted to argue but he was so tired and he would probably hear them when they came in, besides Nat the rest of them walked like a herd of elephants with tap shoes on. Clint thought he heard Coulson chuckle as sleep claimed him again.
By the time he was released from the medical, on orders of strict bed rest, Clint was sure the team would have had enough of him. He was, after all, the worst patient and he hated being confined to one spot. However when they reached the tower instead of letting him wander off to disobey orders the team guided him to the couch which now looked more like a bed.
At his arched eyebrow, Tony shrugged. “What? Futons are in right now.”
Clint huffed out a laugh but moved to lay down. The futon was perfect, not that he'd admit it out loud. Still he expected the team to leave him to bad TV but they all just piled on.
“Man of Iron, let us begin the space opera. We shall see the mighty struggle of young Skywalker and draw strength from his battles,” Thor boomed.
“When did Thor see Star Wars?” Clint asked because he really wanted to be there for Thor's first time and the team had all agreed to a movie night but he'd gotten injured before they managed one.
“I have not yet seen the films of which you all speak most highly of. Still, while waiting for you to awaken Lady Widow was kind enough to tell me much.”
“No spoilers,” Natasha said from his side before he could even ask.
Clint didn't make it far into the movie when sleep and comfort tugged at him. It was easy to drift off to bots and family.
Author: eddiessofa
Recipient: ysande
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing)
Universe (movie/comic): MCU
Pairing/Characters: Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Tony Stark,
Word Count: 1051
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Summary: Clint takes a fall and learns about being on a team.
Clint's entire body ached and he was fairly sure he was under a wall. There were voices shouting from far away but they were drowned out by the blood rushing through his ears. He may have blacked out because the last thing he remembered was choosing an exploding arrow over a grappling hook to shoot the Doom bot that had its sights on Tony. The bot was closer than he realized and it brought down the building.
There was a rumble on his legs but he could feel both arms and had movement in them. A quick brush down of his torso and his hand came back bloody. His whole body felt cold. The voices were growing more insistent and now there were even flashes of light. Clint reached for his bow on instinct but he knew even if it was a Doom bot that found him, he wouldn't have the strength to fire. He sighed and pulled out his side arm.
The light came closer and holy fuck it hurt to lift his arm. He really hoped his team was close and the blood in his ears was making his head pound. Clint opened his mouth to speak instead of words a harsh cough, speckled with blood came out and his stomach wound must be worse then he thought. The light was almost at him but he couldn't really see then he heard Tony screaming and he tried to yell back.
“Tony,” Clint sounded weak even to his own hears and he coughed up more blood. The cough ripped through his body and his torso was on fire. Still he lifted his shaking arm and tried to aim as the light approached.
“Clint, Jesus its me. Don't shoot. Holy fucking Christ, you alive?”
Clint dropped his throbbing arm and the fun clattered to the ground. He saw the Iron Man faceplate enter his field of vision and knew he was safe. The last thing Clint remembered was cold hands on his face and shaking.
The bright light woke him and why the hell would he leave the light on before going to bed? The smell hit him next, no way was he in his bunk, the rest of senses came online slowly. He could hear machines beeping and quiet voices, could smell antiseptics and it all added up to medical.
The next time he woke up, he knew where he was at. Clint opened his eyes and Coulson was in the chair next to him, laptop open on a small table in front of him. Clint tried to speak, the words lodged in his throat and a cough choked out. Coulson had a straw to his lips before he could try again and watered tasted so good. Maybe medical had special water, some kind of magic tree of life healing water.
“I believe you're just thirsty, Agent Barton,” Coulson deadpanned.
“Good drugs?” Clint’s voice sounded rough but at least talking wasn't painful.
“I think stark and Banner engineered a new pain reliever just for you.”
“You should tell them that it fuckin' rocks.”
Coulson glanced at his watch. “Tell them yourself. The team should be here in an hour or so, world saving called.”
“Why aren’t you with them?” Because the teamed needed Coulson. He was the best and Clint didn't trust anyone else to keep his team safe; especially when he was unable to watch out for them.
Coulson's mouth lifted at the corner and it might as well of been a full face grin. “Thanks for the vote of confidence but Hill is with them. It's a minor thing, aliens in the park and they refused to leave unless someone stayed with you.”
“I wasn't dying,” Clint scoffed, even if the concern was nice, waking alone sucked.
Coulson almost grinned again and Clint realized he was still talking out loud. Good ass drugs.
“There was also concerned raised that if you woke alone you might try to do something foolish, such as leave the bed.”
“I appreciate their faith in my abilities but I don't think I could walk if my life depended on it.”
A nurse came in to check him over and cluck disapprovingly, by the time she left Clint was fighting off sleep.
“You'll wake me when they come?” He asked, trying to keep focus on Coulson.
“Absolutely not. Go to sleep, we'll be here when you wake again.”
And Clint wanted to argue but he was so tired and he would probably hear them when they came in, besides Nat the rest of them walked like a herd of elephants with tap shoes on. Clint thought he heard Coulson chuckle as sleep claimed him again.
By the time he was released from the medical, on orders of strict bed rest, Clint was sure the team would have had enough of him. He was, after all, the worst patient and he hated being confined to one spot. However when they reached the tower instead of letting him wander off to disobey orders the team guided him to the couch which now looked more like a bed.
At his arched eyebrow, Tony shrugged. “What? Futons are in right now.”
Clint huffed out a laugh but moved to lay down. The futon was perfect, not that he'd admit it out loud. Still he expected the team to leave him to bad TV but they all just piled on.
“Man of Iron, let us begin the space opera. We shall see the mighty struggle of young Skywalker and draw strength from his battles,” Thor boomed.
“When did Thor see Star Wars?” Clint asked because he really wanted to be there for Thor's first time and the team had all agreed to a movie night but he'd gotten injured before they managed one.
“I have not yet seen the films of which you all speak most highly of. Still, while waiting for you to awaken Lady Widow was kind enough to tell me much.”
“No spoilers,” Natasha said from his side before he could even ask.
Clint didn't make it far into the movie when sleep and comfort tugged at him. It was easy to drift off to bots and family.