"Go! Go! Secure the area!" Coulson runs along with all the other agents called in. It was a war zone and a friend had gotten in the middle of.
"But sir! The Hostile-"
"There is no hostile here! Get your ass gone! Go evacuate that alley! Get medical here NOW!" Coulson practically screamed into the agent's face, but he didn't care.
"Damn it to all hell BARTON!" He cursed his whole way to the agent's side. Kneeling down to asses the damage. "What the hell did I tell you?! This was NOT your fight!" There were at least two gun shot wounds and several burns. "Did you run through a burning building to get here?!"
Clint Barton coughed several times and then barked out a big laugh, "Nice to see you too Sir." He groans a few times, hand on his side. Coulson places both his hands over the wound so that Barton had his hand free.
"Are you hit anywhere else?" He asks, bending close to hear over the automatic firing and explosions. "Why didn't you just let SHIELD agents die for their country?! Why did you have to stick your crooked ass nose into this?" Coulson was worried. That's why he was being brutally honest.
"I- I couldn't let em.. Let em take-" He coughs more and blood pools at the corner of his mouth. Coulson's heart nearly skips a beat.
"Shhh, hush now. The questions were rhetorical. GET A PARAMEDIC OVER HER NOW!" Coulson screams off. Two seconds later a gurney and two paramedics show up. He keeps his hands on Barton's side until the paramedic has to push him off.
"We have him Sir, SHIELD director wants you on the horn." Coulson shook his head, glancing down at Barton.
"Fuck that. I'm going with Barton here."
"You are not allowed Sir. He's consisted a hostile. SHIELD issued his arrest. I'm sorry Sir. Fury wants to talk to you now." Coulson almost reared back and decked the guy then and there.
"No, SIR, I am sorry. My phone is broke." He pulls out his phone and drops it on the ground, pulls out his gun and shoots it. "Your radio seems to be broken." He walks to the passenger door of the ambulance and shoots the radio through the window. "And I out rank everyone here. You are going to take us BOTH to the hospital NOW."
The paramedic stares at Coulson for two seconds, glances at Coulson's gun which is has not put away yet and nods once ushering Barton into the back of the ambulance. Coulson climbs in after and holsters his gun. He's shaking and he's furious, but he feels a pressure on his hand and looks down to see that Barton's hand was on his. He squeezes Barton's hand and shudders. "You're going to be fine kid."