Spoilers for AoU if you haven't seen it
I do not own the Avengers- that is our overlords Marvel.
Little AU one-shots about if they made Clint like he is in the comic books in the film.
Clint was firing at the tank, hiding behind trees to avoid being hit. He was chatting absent mindedly with his team like he usually did. That was when the hydra agents realised what the archer was doing. The next time he stepped out from his cover a shot came out of nowhere, shooting him in the side.
Pain shot through his side as the shot had been some form of laser, destroying the flesh and muscle. He fell to the fall and just tried to regain his composure. Widow must have been close by because she ran to his side, telling the team he had been hit. She described the wound as being 'in a bad way' and requested someone take him to the jet.
Clint, stubborn as he was, instead found his composure and started to sit up.
'Don't, you need to lay down and rest' Widow commanded him, trying to push him back down to the ground.
'Rest my ass. There is still a job to do. I am not leaving.' Saying this he stood up, grabbed his bow off the floor and took out the hydra bunker which had shot him with one arrow. The hulk, who had been heading in that direction stopped and stared at Clint for a moment and Clint could have sworn he saw a nod from the beast before it ran off to another bunker.
'That will teach them to shoot me' he said to Widow who was still standing next to him, with a disapproving look on her face
Despite the pain which was still tearing through his body he started running, be it slower than usual, through the forest completing his task and taking out the hydra agents he could. Thor came and joined him, having been told to get him back to the jet.
'Are you hurt, Clinton?' he asked in his usual grander.
'I am ok, my friend, I do not need evac.' Clint reassured the God.
'You are a fine warrior, archer.' He commented back, accepting the lie and taking out a dozen agents with his lightning.
'Ok, Clint and Thor, get back to the jet and get her warmed up.' Cap commanded, continued by saying 'Stark, secure the septor and Widow, we need a lullaby'
Once Clint got to the ship he walked to the cockpit and sat down slowly in the pilot seat. It was a relief to get off his feet but his side still hurt like a bitch. He placed a hand to his side, trying to stem the bleeding, and used his other hand to star warming up the jet, ready for his friends.
When Widow entered the jet, followed by Bruce who sat down immediately and grabbed his headphones, she walked towards her partner in the cockpit.
'Clint, you should be laying down.' She tried to persuade him again.
'It is not that bad Tash, really.' He told her
'Let me see it then, move your hand.'
'You don't need to see it, just give me a medical pad, it will be fine. Nothing a Paracetamol won't fix'
'Clinton Francis Barton, your stubbornness will kill you one day.' She exclaimed, handing him a wad of medical pads. She would deal with him at the tower.
Once he landed at the tower, he slowly got up. He couldn't avoid a gasp of pain escaping from his lips as the pain fired up again. He took a tentative step. Praying his legs would not give out on him and expose his injury. He walked out of the jet and past the avengers who all looked at him with concerned looks plastered on their face.
'Ok, mother hens, you happy the ugly duckling can walk? I am ok guys' he said to them as he walked into the tower, straight to the elevator leading to his floor.
'He is not ok.' Widow simply said after the elevator doors had closed.
'I will go and look at him.' Bruce offered, following the archer. He had recovered from the hulk and was ready to look after his team.
'Cap, you should go with him'
'Why?' Cap enquired, confused as to why the doctor would need help.
'Because you are the only person in the city, no, on this planet he actually listens to.' Stark pointed out.
'Fair point' he said, following the doctor.
Thank you for reading :D