[Avengers] You All Gonna Be Here When I Wake Up?
Title: You All Gonna Be Here When I Wake Up?
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Clint, GEN
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Clint gets beat up pretty bad during a fight, but he's afraid if the painkillers knock him out then he's going to wake up to find that he's still under Loki's mind control.
Clint draws back his arm and lets an arrow fly. It hits the man that was trying to sneak up behind Steve while Steve was busy battling four of his buddies, and the enemy drops to the ground, dead. Clint nocks his next arrow and finds his next target.
Tony is up in the air, trying to dodge the rocket launchers these guys got their hands on. Clint grins and picks an explosive arrow and fires it into the circle of enemies.
“Uh, you missed,” Tony says after the arrow lands in the circle, not hitting a single one of them. A moment later there’s a small explosion and it triggers several more as the rocket launchers burst into flame. “Okay. Take that back.”
Clint grins and searches for his next target. It feels good to be back fighting again. They’d needed him in the battle of Manhattan, but afterward he’d been given mandatory leave in order to recover from what had happened to him. Clint hadn’t wanted to be benched. He’d wanted to be in the thick of the action, fighting, making up for the lives he’d cost.
He knows his team trusts him to be their eyes, to keep the bad guys off their backs, but he keeps waiting for the day that they realize that he’s been compromised, that he tried to kill them, and turn on him. He looses an arrow and it punctures the eye of a man who’d managed to pin Natasha down. He suits up for any fight, because if he can kill just one more bad guy, save just one more life then maybe he’ll finally be able to stop the guilt that’s been eating away at him.
It’s why when he sees the hovercraft carrying at least a dozen more enemy soldiers coming their way he doesn’t blink before shooting an electrical arrow at it. The arrow does its job, disrupting the engines, but it also call attention to him, and there are now a dozen pissed off guys with guns who want to get a few last shots off before they plummet to their death.
Clint can’t dodge all of them, and he feels a bullet graze his arm, but he doesn’t think much of it. The one that catches him in the leg is a different story, and he stumbles. He tumbles off the roof and he grabs his grappling arrow, firing it at the building he’d been previously standing on. He miscalculates a bit and as he swings toward the building he realizes he’s not going to hit a window only moments before his face smashes into the solid wall of the building.
“Clint’s down,” Steve says, the first to notice Clint dangling in the air. “Tony, you got him?”
“Sure thing, Cap.”
“I’m fine,” Clint says, even though he’s pretty sure his nose is broken, and there’s blood dripping down his face and into his mouth. “Get me at the end.” He can’t stand the thought of being a liability to his team, again.
***
Clint’s not the only one who is a little worse for wear after the battle, but at least he’s conscious unlike Natasha; though, that’s more a product of her aversion to medical treatment than the seriousness of her injuries.
She’s curled up on the cot next to Clint, protecting herself even as she sleeps, and Clint knows she’s going to be pissed when she comes to and realizes she’s been drugged. It reminds him of BA Baracus from the A-Team, and he laughs, but it hurts because he fractured a few ribs when he slammed into the wall. He did a lot of damage to himself with that little stunt, and he’s already been lectured by Fury, Coulson, and Steve for it. Once Natasha comes to, he’s sure she’s going to yell at him too.
“This is ridiculous,” Steve says as Tony puts a Dora the Explorer band-aid over one of Steve’s already healing cuts.
Tony grins and pats Steve on the cheek. Steve gets his revenge a few moments later when a harried nurse tells Tony he must lay down this instant or she’s breaking out the restraints. Steve happily straps Tony in, ignoring Tony’s threats, and the nurse lays a hand on Steve’s arm when she thanks him and asks him if there’s anything she can do to repay him, and all Tony can do is try to kick his legs and grumble.
Clint smiles because everything is back to normal, and he likes it when everything’s normal. He also likes clouds and rooftops and whatever drugs he’s been given that are making him feel fuzzy. But then blackness starts to creep around his vision, and he panics.
No, it can’t go dark. He can’t let it go dark. What if they’re not here when he wakes up? What if this is only a dream? Or worse, one of Loki’s tricks? He tries to flail, but the drugs are quickly working their way through his body, weighing him down, and his body doesn’t respond to him, and this is just like Loki all over again.
The machine Clint is hooked up to starts beeping erratically.
“Hey,” Bruce says, rushing over. He lays a hand on Clint’s arm. “Calm down. You’re okay. You need to relax.”
Clint tries to shake his head, but his head only rolls to one side, and it’s too heavy to pick back up. “Can’t. Can’t go to sleep.”
Steve leaves Tony’s side so he can stand on the other side of Clint. “You can. The battle’s over. You deserve to rest.”
“No,” Clint says, wishing that Natasha was awake, because she would understand. His eyes are starting to get heavy. He’s not going to be able to hold out much longer, but he has to. He can’t close his eyes. He can’t give in.
“Even the strongest warriors must recuperate,” Thor says. “There is no shame in rest.”
They don’t understand, Clint thinks. The darkness is getting closer; it’s almost swallowed him up completely. “You all gonna be here when I wake up?” His words are slurred, and he sounds more needy than he’d meant to.
Steve reaches down to clasp Clint’s hand between to two of his. “Of course.”
“Right here,” Bruce says, pulling a chair up next to Clint’s bed. “Now close your eyes and let your body heal.”
Clint’s hand is held between two of Steve’s and Bruce’s hand is warm and reassuring on Clint’s arm, and he finally lets the drugs over take him.
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Clint, GEN
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Clint gets beat up pretty bad during a fight, but he's afraid if the painkillers knock him out then he's going to wake up to find that he's still under Loki's mind control.
Clint draws back his arm and lets an arrow fly. It hits the man that was trying to sneak up behind Steve while Steve was busy battling four of his buddies, and the enemy drops to the ground, dead. Clint nocks his next arrow and finds his next target.
Tony is up in the air, trying to dodge the rocket launchers these guys got their hands on. Clint grins and picks an explosive arrow and fires it into the circle of enemies.
“Uh, you missed,” Tony says after the arrow lands in the circle, not hitting a single one of them. A moment later there’s a small explosion and it triggers several more as the rocket launchers burst into flame. “Okay. Take that back.”
Clint grins and searches for his next target. It feels good to be back fighting again. They’d needed him in the battle of Manhattan, but afterward he’d been given mandatory leave in order to recover from what had happened to him. Clint hadn’t wanted to be benched. He’d wanted to be in the thick of the action, fighting, making up for the lives he’d cost.
He knows his team trusts him to be their eyes, to keep the bad guys off their backs, but he keeps waiting for the day that they realize that he’s been compromised, that he tried to kill them, and turn on him. He looses an arrow and it punctures the eye of a man who’d managed to pin Natasha down. He suits up for any fight, because if he can kill just one more bad guy, save just one more life then maybe he’ll finally be able to stop the guilt that’s been eating away at him.
It’s why when he sees the hovercraft carrying at least a dozen more enemy soldiers coming their way he doesn’t blink before shooting an electrical arrow at it. The arrow does its job, disrupting the engines, but it also call attention to him, and there are now a dozen pissed off guys with guns who want to get a few last shots off before they plummet to their death.
Clint can’t dodge all of them, and he feels a bullet graze his arm, but he doesn’t think much of it. The one that catches him in the leg is a different story, and he stumbles. He tumbles off the roof and he grabs his grappling arrow, firing it at the building he’d been previously standing on. He miscalculates a bit and as he swings toward the building he realizes he’s not going to hit a window only moments before his face smashes into the solid wall of the building.
“Clint’s down,” Steve says, the first to notice Clint dangling in the air. “Tony, you got him?”
“Sure thing, Cap.”
“I’m fine,” Clint says, even though he’s pretty sure his nose is broken, and there’s blood dripping down his face and into his mouth. “Get me at the end.” He can’t stand the thought of being a liability to his team, again.
***
Clint’s not the only one who is a little worse for wear after the battle, but at least he’s conscious unlike Natasha; though, that’s more a product of her aversion to medical treatment than the seriousness of her injuries.
She’s curled up on the cot next to Clint, protecting herself even as she sleeps, and Clint knows she’s going to be pissed when she comes to and realizes she’s been drugged. It reminds him of BA Baracus from the A-Team, and he laughs, but it hurts because he fractured a few ribs when he slammed into the wall. He did a lot of damage to himself with that little stunt, and he’s already been lectured by Fury, Coulson, and Steve for it. Once Natasha comes to, he’s sure she’s going to yell at him too.
“This is ridiculous,” Steve says as Tony puts a Dora the Explorer band-aid over one of Steve’s already healing cuts.
Tony grins and pats Steve on the cheek. Steve gets his revenge a few moments later when a harried nurse tells Tony he must lay down this instant or she’s breaking out the restraints. Steve happily straps Tony in, ignoring Tony’s threats, and the nurse lays a hand on Steve’s arm when she thanks him and asks him if there’s anything she can do to repay him, and all Tony can do is try to kick his legs and grumble.
Clint smiles because everything is back to normal, and he likes it when everything’s normal. He also likes clouds and rooftops and whatever drugs he’s been given that are making him feel fuzzy. But then blackness starts to creep around his vision, and he panics.
No, it can’t go dark. He can’t let it go dark. What if they’re not here when he wakes up? What if this is only a dream? Or worse, one of Loki’s tricks? He tries to flail, but the drugs are quickly working their way through his body, weighing him down, and his body doesn’t respond to him, and this is just like Loki all over again.
The machine Clint is hooked up to starts beeping erratically.
“Hey,” Bruce says, rushing over. He lays a hand on Clint’s arm. “Calm down. You’re okay. You need to relax.”
Clint tries to shake his head, but his head only rolls to one side, and it’s too heavy to pick back up. “Can’t. Can’t go to sleep.”
Steve leaves Tony’s side so he can stand on the other side of Clint. “You can. The battle’s over. You deserve to rest.”
“No,” Clint says, wishing that Natasha was awake, because she would understand. His eyes are starting to get heavy. He’s not going to be able to hold out much longer, but he has to. He can’t close his eyes. He can’t give in.
“Even the strongest warriors must recuperate,” Thor says. “There is no shame in rest.”
They don’t understand, Clint thinks. The darkness is getting closer; it’s almost swallowed him up completely. “You all gonna be here when I wake up?” His words are slurred, and he sounds more needy than he’d meant to.
Steve reaches down to clasp Clint’s hand between to two of his. “Of course.”
“Right here,” Bruce says, pulling a chair up next to Clint’s bed. “Now close your eyes and let your body heal.”
Clint’s hand is held between two of Steve’s and Bruce’s hand is warm and reassuring on Clint’s arm, and he finally lets the drugs over take him.