"Dang, Katniss, you look terrible." Tony observed as the archer came into the living room of the Avengers Tower. His hair was messed up with his bangs sticking to his wet forehead, and he was unusually pale. Clint glared at the billionaire then went into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Uh, Clint, are you feeling alright?" Steve asked with concern in his voice.

"M fine." He slurred, although he felt far from it.

"If you're so fine then why do you look like you took a trip to hell and back?" Tony questioned. Steve gave him a look then turned back to the archer.

"Seriously, Clint, you don't look so good. Maybe you should let Bruce take a look at you." He suggested.

"I said I'm fine!" Clint snapped then instantly regretted his harsh tone. He sighed, "Sorry, Cap, I didn't get to bed until really late last night, so I'm a bit tired is all." Steve and Tony looked unconvinced.

"Alright, but if you don't start feeling better soon, I want you to see Bruce." The captain finally relented. Clint nodded then took his coffee cup back to his room.

"He is so sick." Tony commented then returned to the tablet in his lap.


Two hours later, Natasha came in to check on Clint after being told by her teammates about his odd behavior. She found him sound asleep in his bed and gently shook his shoulder.

"Mm Tasha?" he groaned. Natasha felt his forehead.

"Gosh, Clint, you're burning up. Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"

"M not sick." He protested trying to sit up. Natasha pushed him back down.

"Yes you are. Now, I'm going to go get Bruce. You stay here and if I come back and you're not in bed, I swear I will shoot you in the leg." She threatened then disappeared to go find the doctor. She came back with Bruce two minutes later and saw that Clint wasn't in his bed. Natasha was about to go get her gun when they heard a horrible wrenching noise coming from the bathroom. They opened the door and saw Clint throwing up whatever was in his stomach into the toilet.

"Please don't shoot me." he said pathetically before throwing up again.

"Do you think you're going to throw up anymore?" Bruce asked gently after it had been a few minutes. Clint shook his head weakly so Bruce helped him get back into his bed. The doctor then opened his bag and got to work. He took Clint's temperature (which was 103.2) and thoroughly checked him over before reaching his diagnosis.

"So how bad is it, Doc?" Clint groaned.

"Well, it looks like you've gotten a bad case of the flu. You'll be feeling quite sick for the next week or so, but I think you'll be alright as long as you get plenty of rest and keep hydrated." He said with a sympathetic smile.

"Thanks, Bruce." Natasha said.

"That's what teammates are for. I'll come back to check on him later. In the meantime, make sure he gets some rest. I'll go alert the rest of the team." The doctor replied then left the two assassins. Natasha then went over to Clint's bed and sat on the edge.

"I'm dying, Tasha." Clint groaned.

"You're not dying. You heard Bruce, it's just the flu."

"Just the flu? You say it like it's meaningless." He whined.

"Don't be so dramatic. Now go to sleep."

"I can't, my head hurts too much."

"Well, then I'll go get you some medicine." Natasha said then started to get up. Clint weakly grabbed her hand.

"Don't leave me."

"Clint, I'll be right back. It'll only be a minute."

"But I need you!"

"Look, I'm going to go get you some medicine to make you feel better. Then I'll stay with you as long as you want me to, alright?"

"Promise?"

"Promise, now will you let me go?"

"Fine. Hurry." Clint said with a pout. Natasha went into the kitchen and got the pills and a drink of water.

"So how's our patient?" Bruce asked.

"Awful. He always so clingy and pathetic when he's sick. After he gets over the denial, of course." She said.

"What? The great Hawkeye has finally admitted defeat? I don't believe it!" Tony said over dramatically. Natasha just glared at him.

"Well, tell him that we wish for him to be well soon. It is not a good day when a great warrior falls ill." Thor boomed. The redhead nodded then disappeared back into the archer's room.

"That took longer than a minute." Clint whined. Natasha rolled her eyes and gave him the drink and pills.

"Sorry but your team was worried about you."

"They were?"

"Of course. Nobody likes to get sick." She replied as she sat on the bed next to Clint. He laid his head on her shoulder and she gently began stroking his hair.

"You're the best, Tasha." He said with a yawn.

"I know, now get some sleep." She whispered soothingly. Less than a minute later, he was sound asleep. Natasha gently laid his head back on his pillow and pulled the covers up over him. "Sleep tight, Hawkeye." She said with a chuckle then kissed his hot forehead. Thinking she now needed coffee, she quietly crept out of the room and returned to the kitchen next to the living room.

"Back so soon?" Tony questioned.

"He's finally asleep so I figured I'd come get some lunch and a cup of coffee while I can." She replied then began to make a sandwich.

"How about I take the next shift and you take a break. We don't want you catching it, after all." Steve suggested.

"Thanks for the offer, but I don't think you know what you'd be getting into. He's not exactly a model patient when he's sick."

"Oh come on, he can't be that bad. Besides, I used to get sick all the time before the serum, so I know how to deal with sick people." Steve pressed.

"Well, alright, but let me know if you ever need any help. He'll probably be okay for the next hour or so." Natasha said with a grateful smile.

"And Steve, make sure he stays hydrated. He also needs to eat something, but he was really nauseas earlier so I don't know how that will go. Good luck and call me if you need something. Tony and I will be in the lab." Bruce added.

"Come on, Bruce, Candyland awaits!" Tony urged. Bruce rolled his eyes then followed the billionaire out of the room.

"Well, I'm off to the shooting range. Have fun, Cap." Natasha announced then disappeared.

"Captain, let me know if I can be of any assistance. But for now, I must go on a quest to the land of Walmart. It seems we have run out of Poptarts. It's amazing how you Midgardians are willing to trade such delicious pastries for a swipe of this piece of plastic Tony gave me." Thor said looking confusedly at the credit card. He shrugged. "Oh well, I will be back by sunset!" he boomed then with a swing of his hammer flew out the balcony. Steve shook his head then sat down on the couch, thinking about what he had gotten himself into.


well there you go! it's a little short but hopefully next chapter will be longer. PLEASE REVIEW!