Hi guys...As promised, my take on the song Stay by Rihanna but I like the version sung by Amber in Voice 4. The story is complete so I'll be posting every alternate day. Luv it when you guys left reviews..

As usual all disclaimers stood unperturbed...

enjoy it and stay safe uols..

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PART 1

'Good evening, Agent Barton.'

Huh? Oh right. Jarvis.

'Evening Jarvis.' Clint sighed and stepped into the elevator. He didn't remember walking to the elevator door. His head hurt. His eyes hurt. In fact his whole body was hurting.

What a hell of a mission.

Clint sighed deeply. At the moment he was glad that the elevator wall was there to support him.

'Agent Barton, sir?'

'What?'

'We have reached your floor sir. Or do you wish to go to a different level?' Clint swore he found Jarvis tone kinda like mocking him.

'No Jarvis. This is good. Thank you.' Clint sighed heavily. He bent down to pick up his duffle and his side was screaming at him. He closed his eyes tightly and swallowed down the nausea that was building at the back of his throat. When he straightened, he swore loudly and placed his hand on the wall to steady his blurry vision. He was breathing hard thru his nose and his legs were shaking. Clint opened his eyes slowly and took a deeper breath.

'Do you need me to inform the others that you have return, sir?'

'No. No. There is no need to, Jarvis.' Clint took a step over the elevator threshold and suddenly stood there and blinking rapidly

'Agent Barton? Would you need of any assistance?' Clint swore that he heard actual concern from the AI.

No answer from Clint.

'Agent Barton, I detected that you might need assistance from Dr Banner. Do you want me to notify him, sir?' Jarvis inquiry was again unanswered. However, it still detected that Agent Barton had not moved from the threshold.

'Jarvis…I might need…you to…help..' Clint couldn't finish his plea. His head was throbbing and he couldn't breathe. He clutched his side. It felt warm and wet. Then he brought his hand up to his blurry eyes and he could see red.

What the…

'Jarvis..Is…Bruce…'Clint choked on his plea and the world tilted sideway. His hand tried to grab the elevator door but instead he tripped backward and crumpled into the elevator. His feet were lying across the threshold and the door couldn't close.

'Agent Barton!'

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Tony was sound asleep, alone, on his enormous bed. Pepper was in Chicago for some meeting and will be back tomorrow night. So, Tony had called for a movie night and tried to drag Steve and Bruce to watch a war movie. Steve promptly declined saying that he was tired, which Tony said for a super soldier that was downright ridiculous. Steve only glared at him and closed his door.

Bruce was still in his lab and had ordered Jarvis to deny access especially to Tony. Tony cited mutiny to Jarvis when the AI relayed Bruce's message but the AI mentioned that since Tony had allowed Bruce specific private instruction with regards to his lab and that it was not in danger or violation towards the safety of others, Jarvis had maintained his innocence.

So, Tony made his way back to his room mumbling to himself promising to run a diagnostic on the AI tomorrow. There is no way he was going to ask Natasha and beside she had gone to SHIELD headquarters this morning. Clint was on a mission so Tony was pretty sure that's why Natasha preferred not to be in the Tower, something about not going to babysit an adolescence idiot. Tony was absolutely sure that she was referring to Steve. Her response was a loud Russian curse – he thought - by the sound of it. Tony not sure but since there were no sharp projectile flying towards him, he took it at face value.

That was why Tony buried his head deep into the mount of pillows snoring when all of a sudden his room was bathed in bright lights.

'God! Jarvis! What the hell? I'm trying to sleep here.' Tony muffled a reply to his AI's interruption. His hand started to scoop all the pillows and pull the blanket to cover his head.

'Sir, Agent Barton is back and…'

'Okay, good then. So he's back. You don't have to announce to the whole Tower, you know. So sock it!' Tony shut his eyes tightly and threw another pillow over his head.

'But-'

'And turn off the light!'

'Sir, Agent Barton had collapsed and I detected his vital signs are erratic. He might need medical attention now-Sir.' If Jarvis was a real people, he might have added a colorful adjective at the end of his statement.

'WHAT! Where is he now?' Tony scrambled from underneath the blanket and pillows and almost strangled himself with his shirt. He was about to run out from the room when he realized that that he needed to put on his pants.

'Agent Barton had collapsed on his floor but he was lying halfway in the elevator sir. I cannot close the door. I suggest you take the stairs, sir.' Jarvis informed Tony as he ran out from his room and to the hallway. Tony didn't even argue that Jarvis could actually bring down the other elevator for him.

'Informed Captain Rogers and ask him to meet me there. Open the infirmary and notify Dr Banner. Rely all information about Agent Barton's condition to him and ask him to be on standby there. We'll bring Agent Barton there.'

'Already done, Sir.' Jarvis calmly informed him.

Tony quickly took the stairs down cursing why he had agreed to let the two assassins get the lower floor. Something to do with the distance to the range and the gym, they've said.

Yeah right.

Oh god…I need to exercise more. He panted while clambering down the stairs.

Maybe I need to put the fireman pole between the floor…

The vision of Natasha shimmying down the pole in her too tight skin tight outfit was too disturbing to actually voiced his idea out to Jarvis.

Maybe not.

Tony breathed a sigh of relief when he had almost reached Barton's floor but he didn't know what to expect when he reached there and so he asked Jarvis what had happened to Barton while huffing and puffing down the stairs.

'Agent Barton reached the Tower exactly 6.8 minutes ago. I took the liberty of scanning him when I detected his breathing was labored. He has multiple bruising and lacerations on his torso, a concussion and 2 bruised ribs. He has a fractured on his left wrist and a stab wound on his right side.' Jarvis started to rattle off Clint's injuries to Tony and he almost planted his face on the stairs.

Godamnit…what the hell?

Tony couldn't believe it. How could Clint arrive to the Tower with all that injuries? He must have driven straight from god knows where to the Tower. Tony knew that after the invasion and Loki, Clint had accepted his invitation to move in to the Tower without so much of a protest. Living in the carrier and to always look behind his shoulder was a no way of living. But to drive with all those injuries without at least a look at the SHILED infirmary was plain stupid. Tony cursed him for his stupidity and stubbornness but his litany stopped when he opened the staircase door and found Clint exactly where Jarvis had told him.

Holy shit!

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Tony, breathing heavily, skidded to Clint's side and reached to check his pulse but jumped in surprised when a door banged loudly behind him. Steve was in his black short and grey t shirt, showing his muscled chest and fabulous abs. His hair was disheveled and he looked worried.

Wow…Steve looked really good in shorts. Tony stared at Steve whose focus was on the fallen archer.

'What happened? Jarvis informed me Clint…' Steve stopped his questioning when he saw Tony, who was kneeling beside a prone Clint, openly staring at him. Steve raised an eyebrow.

'Wha… oh right….ermmm…I don't know Cap. But I do know that we need to take him to the infirmary. I have already told Bruce to be there.' Tony quickly said. He felt warmth spreading on his face and he blinked rapidly.

God…I need a drink, he gulped.

Steve checked his pulse and relieved that it was strong, erratic, but strong. Tony was at lost. He placed his hand onto Clint's side and that promptly jolted Clint from his state of unconsciousness.

'GODAMMNIT! SHIT!' Clint shot up when the pain pierced his unconscious mind and grabbed Tony's hand. He blinked several times and gasping for breath.

'Tony, what are you doing?' He breathed heavily was trying to remove Tony's hand from his side. It was a weak attempt and he dropped his head back to the floor groaning.

Tony looked at his hand and it was bloodied. He looked back at Clint who was breathing heavily. Tony pressed harder, eliciting another painful groan from Clint. 'Please Tony. Stop it.' Clint's swallowed painfully and put his hand on top of Tony's.

'You stupid idiot! I'm trying to make sure you don't stain my carpet, legolas. Now be still.' Tony was shaking and looked up to Steve for assistance. They needed to stop the bleeding. Steve took off his shirt and gave it to Tony.

'Here, use this and pressed on the wound.' Tony tried not to look at Steve's chest and roughly took the shirt and pressed it to the wound elicited another groan from Clint. He swallowed and fixed his eyes on Clint's pale face.

Steve touched Clint's face. 'Hey.. Hey ..Clint. Open your eyes now.' Steve gently tapped the archer's cheek resulting in Clint opening his glazed eyes.

'Hey, Cap? What are you doin'…Wha…- are you naked, Cap?' Clint eyes tried to focus on the barechested Steve but his head was pounding so hard he felt that it'll split his skull. Tony was nervously looking at Clint and Steve while still pressing Clint's side.

'Hey Cupid. Steve's gonna move you now, okay. Take a deep breath and hold on, okay. We're gonna see Bruce up in the infirmary so that he could make you all better, kay?' Tony nodded to Steve anxiously.

Steve placed his hand under Clint's shoulder and knee and started to move him into the elevator so that the door could be closed and they would be able to travel up to infirmary. The small movement caused a painful grunt from Clint and he shut his eyes tightly. Tony accidently pressed a little bit harder on the wound during the movement. That caused Clint to gasp another painful gasp and grasped Tony's bloodied hand.

'Sorry Clint. Sorry.' Tony mumbled his apologies and blinking hard. Steve lowered Clint slowly and pulled his legs inside the elevator and quickly punched the infirmary floor.

'Tony…' Clint's head fell sideways and his eyes started to close.

'Clint! Clint!' You better not die on me, Cupid or I… I…paint your bow pink!' Tony was frantically shouting to Clint's face. The threat seemed to register on Clint's muddled thoughts.

'Do.. that.. and you won't… find your prized Harley…' Clint gasped painfully and his clouded storm blue grey eyes peeked opened and glared at Tony. It wasn't much of a glare but Tony would take it anyway than a closed eyes.

'How did you know about my Harley, huh?'

Clint slit an eye open and raised one eyebrow to Tony. 'Spy. Remember?' A choked chuckle sounded from Steve and Tony glared at him.

'Oh yeah! Touch my Harley and you'll be wearing a full purple suit with bulls eyes on your ass.'

The elevator dinged when it reached the Infirmary floor and opened to a very agitated Dr Banner. Steve was placing his hands again under Clint's shoulder and knees and Tony was trying to engage Clint to banter with him just so to keep him awake.

'Holy shit!'

Clint's pained expression turned to Bruce when the doctor's surprised yell diverted him from Tony.

'Hi Doc…think… I need some… TLC from you.' Clint smirked at Bruce and promptly passed out. Bruce quickly led Steve to the medical bed with Tony trying to keep pace while holding to the wound.

'Wha..what happened to him? How did he arrived by himself looking like this? And why are you shirtless, Steve?' He tried to calm himself down. The other Guy was shouting in his head. Bruce was shooting frantic looks between Steve and Tony while checking Clint's wounds and bruises.

Steve had to look embarrassed and he crossed his hand on his chest. 'We don't know, Doc.' He glanced up to Bruce who handed him a scrub. He looked over to Tony who had grown quiet all of a sudden. 'Tony? Are you okay?' Steve put his hand on Tony's shoulder. It broke the spell and Tony glanced at him and Bruce. He had a panicked look on his face and visibly swallowed nervously.

'Who's going to tell Romanoff what happened to Barton?'

Steve and Bruce looked at each other and then looked back at Tony.

'You don't have to.'

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