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"It's hard to tell sometimes with you. Just keep the girls warm yeah?" A lazy smile spread out and he tried to fight the overwhelming desire to shut his eyes and keep them shut. He was exhausted and every single part of him ached. The only time he had ever experienced this kind of pain was when his legs were broken. There was a sort of helplessness that came with that injury as well. Barney walked out and that left Clint to take care of himself in a way. Trick Shot hardly counted as a parental figure. The man was a sadistic psychopath who only ever was pleased when Clint was in pain. When Clint was learning how to shoot his way of making sure Clint didn't mess up was through threatening with violence. Sometimes it wasn't even threats. It was actual world shattering pain that he supplied Clint with in order to get him to shoot straight. You learned how to be the best real quick.
He squeezed her hand gently before one of the medics in the helicopter injected him with something. His body got incredibly warm and everything seemed to just relax. That smile from before seemed to widen as the drugs swirled through his system. His eyelids were getting heavier by the second. He looked back up at Natasha and just nodded. "Thanks, Tasha." The words were a bit slurred from the medication, but the sentiment was still behind them. She had come for him and that meant a lot to Clint. They were partners and maybe under the influence of these meds it made him just a little bit more sentimental towards her willingness to pull his ass out of the fire like that.
He awoke on a gurney. He was no longer naked. He had a hospital gown on and his head was cloudy. He could hear doctors off to the left of him, but they were crowded around a different patient. He couldn't see through the curtain that was drawn around his bed. To his right was a single chair and planted in it was his favorite redhead. He laughed softly, but it sort of came out like an amused sigh. She had stayed with him. He wasn't even sure how long he was out, but here she was. He lifted his blankets to look down and found himself severely bandaged up down there. He was a little worried about what his boys looked like, but he didn't think he could handle seeing them in that condition. Not right now at least.
Clint dropped the blankets and cleared his throat as loudly as he could in this condition. "Sleeping Beauty, get up." It wasn't forceful or rude. It was just encouraging. "You're gonna get a crick in your neck, gorgeous." He had to admit that even right now with probably very little good sleep and comfort she looked pretty damn beautiful.
Natasha had at least gotten herself cleaned up. In the time that Clint was out and she knew that there was nothing she could do for him until he was in recovery she showered and changed and did her best not to fret. If anything happened to him there would be hell to pay on both sides.
Now with her hair still damp and her feet tucked up under herself as she dozed in the chair, she cracked her eyes open as soon as she heard Clint's voice. She offered up a sleepy smile before stretching and then leaning forward to rest her hand over his.
"I'd sleep next to you but I don't want to risk any further damage to the boys. Besides, I was keeping the girls warm just like you asked me to." She shifted the chair closer as she looked over his face.
"You look like shit," she told him with another sleepy smile. "And if I'm Sleeping Beauty, shouldn't you be waking me up with a kiss?" Instead she lifted out of her chair and planted a kiss on his forehead. "I think you're Sleeping Beauty in this scenario."
He squeezed her hand gently before one of the medics in the helicopter injected him with something. His body got incredibly warm and everything seemed to just relax. That smile from before seemed to widen as the drugs swirled through his system. His eyelids were getting heavier by the second. He looked back up at Natasha and just nodded. "Thanks, Tasha." The words were a bit slurred from the medication, but the sentiment was still behind them. She had come for him and that meant a lot to Clint. They were partners and maybe under the influence of these meds it made him just a little bit more sentimental towards her willingness to pull his ass out of the fire like that.
He awoke on a gurney. He was no longer naked. He had a hospital gown on and his head was cloudy. He could hear doctors off to the left of him, but they were crowded around a different patient. He couldn't see through the curtain that was drawn around his bed. To his right was a single chair and planted in it was his favorite redhead. He laughed softly, but it sort of came out like an amused sigh. She had stayed with him. He wasn't even sure how long he was out, but here she was. He lifted his blankets to look down and found himself severely bandaged up down there. He was a little worried about what his boys looked like, but he didn't think he could handle seeing them in that condition. Not right now at least.
Clint dropped the blankets and cleared his throat as loudly as he could in this condition. "Sleeping Beauty, get up." It wasn't forceful or rude. It was just encouraging. "You're gonna get a crick in your neck, gorgeous." He had to admit that even right now with probably very little good sleep and comfort she looked pretty damn beautiful.
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Now with her hair still damp and her feet tucked up under herself as she dozed in the chair, she cracked her eyes open as soon as she heard Clint's voice. She offered up a sleepy smile before stretching and then leaning forward to rest her hand over his.
"I'd sleep next to you but I don't want to risk any further damage to the boys. Besides, I was keeping the girls warm just like you asked me to." She shifted the chair closer as she looked over his face.
"You look like shit," she told him with another sleepy smile. "And if I'm Sleeping Beauty, shouldn't you be waking me up with a kiss?" Instead she lifted out of her chair and planted a kiss on his forehead. "I think you're Sleeping Beauty in this scenario."
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