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The shot fired wide, I used the moment to rush forward and threw a punch to knock the criminal out. With a small smile, I quickly removed the man's weapons and used his belt to lash his hands together. I heard a groan and immediately looked over, to see Hawkeye laid on the ground. Oh no. I ran over and knelt at his side and checked him for wounds

"Hawkeye, can you hear me?" I asked, finding that the shot hadn't fired as wide as I hoped; it had caught him in the arm. I ripped his sleeve off and he winced.

"Yea, Cap. I can hear you." He mumbled.

"Good. This isn't a bad wound, you'll be fine, breathe. Relax, I've got you." I said and his eyes opened to glare at me.

"Of course I'm breathing. And why wouldn't I relax, I just have a hole in my shoulder." He replied. I wrapped my hand around it and he hissed sharply.

"Relax, Hawkeye. It's ok. I need to keep pressure on the wound. SHIELD will be here in a few moments." I said soothingly and his eyes shut. "Hawkeye, you stay awake now, don't leave. Still hear me?"

"Yes, I'm just tired. And you know, in pain. Just. Keep talking." He said and I used my free hand to rub circles into his non-injured arm. His eyes opened briefly in surprise and looked at me questioningly for a moment before closing.

"Of course. You just keep with me, don't wander off. What shall I talk about?" I mused for a moment and he looked at me again.

"I don't care. Just speak." He muttered. "Cats, food, women, I don't care."

"I'm more of a dog person. Cats are kind of odd, they like you and then they don't and then they looooove you and then they'll happily eat you. Dogs are more dependable." I said and Hawkeye snorted. "I've always wanted a dog, too. I couldn't have one in the 1940's, too busy fighting, but I've been thinking about it lately…"

"Should do it. Get it a cape, be Cap and Lassie, the crime-fighter and man's best friend and eat apple pie while watching baseball. So very American…" He replied and I frowned a bit.

"What's wrong with that?" I asked, pausing in my rubbing. He winced and opened his eyes.

"Harsher than I meant. It's just so you-ish. Don't stop." I looked at him and pulled my hand away to move his hair out of his eye and wipe some of the sweat off his brow. I then resumed my… petting.

"Well, I think I will get one. Now, food. I rather enjoy food, cooking is quite enjoyable. I try to eat and cook healthily but hamburgers and fries will forever remain a favorite in my eyes." He opened his eyes just to roll them at me and I smiled. "As far as women go… I don't know what to say about them. BW is rather brilliant, guns and… what's that word, badass? one minute and joking meddler the next. She's the only one I spend much time with; the majority of my days are spent with the Avengers after all."

"You could always go off on a weekend, it's not like we'll all die in confusion."

"And do what? I like spending time at home." I said and he shook his head very slowly. Suddenly the air whipped and Hawkeye slowly opened his eyes. The aircraft landed and a team of agents ran out and collected the criminal. Two medics rolled out a gurney.

"Deep breath Hawkeye, I've got to lift you." I said and he nodded, shutting his eyes tight. I lifted him as gently as I could and placed him carefully on the gurney.

"Hey Cap, can you, can you stay with me?" He asked very quietly and I quickly agreed, simply looking at the medic who had started to say something.

"Of course, Hawkeye. I'm right with you."