I rewrote this on my new keyboard, because my old keyboard missed the H and G so there were a lot of spelling errors.. But they are gone now, I hope..

Could they be in a worse mess? Clint was seriously starting to wonder. They were lost in a forest in somewhere Germany. Tasha had a leg injury, Tony' suit had broken down and Clint was out of arrows, plus his bow was broken. The only help they had was Steve, who was carrying Natasha.
Night was falling and the sunlight faded away.
"I'll go gather some wood." Clint announced. "We should make a fire."
"You shouldn't go alone." Tony argued. "How about you two set up the camp, let the real man handle the heavy lifting."
Steve rolled his eyes. "I'm the one carrying Romanoff." He reminded the genius, which was rewarded with an elbow to the stomach.

"Are you calling me heavy?" Natasha asked in an offended tone.
"No.. Of course not.. I just meant.. Uh.."
"I'm teasing you. Let those cavemen play with their sticks, we'll make a shelter." She smirked. It was so easy to make Steve stutter.
"Don't miss me to much!" Tony said before putting an arm around Clint and walking off.

Steve put Natasha on the ground. "How is your wound doing?" He asked, crouching down to examine the wound, left on the middle of her left thigh.
"It'll be fine.." She answered, like she always did. "I just need to clean it, give me your flask." She took it out of his hands and poured a generous amount of water on the wound, barely reacting to the stinging as the water hit the cut skin.

"Can you find some stones for around the fire? I'll build the shelter."

She hoisted herself up on both arm and pushed of with her other leg to move. She started collecting pieces of wood to build the base.
A week or so ago Steve would have worried about her, working that hard, with a wounded and probably broken leg, but it was useless to argue with her, or her willpower.

It was quite a show of character to see her wrap thin twigs and strong plants delicately around the heavy wood she carried in her fists while crawling.

"Do you think they'll find us anytime soon?" Clint wondered out loud.
"Huh?"
"I asked if you think we'll get out of this, you know, before Tasha dies of some infection.." He said casually, it wasn't like this was the first time he expected her to die. He just hoped it wouldn't be the last one.

Tony shrugged. "I think they'll have to, I mean what else would they do? Announce to the press they just lost an amazing superhero.." He looked at him teasing. "And a Legolass, a few muscles and a spider?"
Clint simply rolled is eyes. "You aren't that great without your precious toys.." He stated mater of factly. He turned to pick up a large piece of wood when he felt Tony push him down. He twisted is arm as he used his entire bodyweight to keep Clint down.
"Stark, get off me!"
"Say I'm the greatest superhero you ever met.." He said, a smirk evident in is voice. "Tell me how great you think I am.."
"Is your ego that desperate?" Clint asked while struggling.
"I'm just missing all the paparazzi that love me.. I like being adored." He said without shame.
Clint smiled at that. He succeeded to flip them over and pushed Tony on his back then pressed his arms down. "I'm sorry for interrupting you, I believe you where about to tell me how great I am..?"

"You're great." Tony said with a small smirk and leaned over to quickly press his lips against Clint's.

Now that Clint was caught of guard completely he pushed him off and got up, looking even more smug then usual.
"People would kill to fill your shoes.." He told him with a wink. "Now hurry up, it's getting dark."

Clint was still a bit unsure of what had happened, but he got up again, deciding not to over think it, after all, this was Tony Stark.

Once they were back at the open place they put the wood down. This time Steve joined Tony for the hunt. Natasha was already working on a fire when Clint started inspecting the bushes close to them to see if there were any eatable foods. He started picking wild blackberries and putting them in some twigs Natasha had woven to make a sort of cloth out of it. For the millionth time since the fight that left them here he realized just how great Natasha's survival skills were.

He bound the 'cloth' together before walking back over. "I found full branches of blackberries." He said happily. He took a bigger 'cloth' and went back to fill that up as well. After both the cloths were sealed and he had picked enough to eat during their meal he sat down next to his friend. "So how are you doing, can you move it?" He asked. She smiled a little and lifted her leg of the ground a few inches.

"Very good. I'm proud." He said impressed.
"It's not that great.." She argued, not wanting to admit she was quite proud herself.

"Getting cosy?" A familiar voice asked suddenly. They turned around to see Tony holding a stick with four fishes and Steve with a dead rabbit. Steve prepared the food over the fire. They all started with the berries, waiting for some roasted meat.
Clint looked around him. "We've been walking for day's on end.. I think we should stay here." He said out of nowhere.
Natasha was the first to speak. "We need to find civilisation.." She reminded him.
Steve agreed. "Resting for a day could be fatal.."
Tony decided to say what was on his mind. "I agree with Robin Hood here. We have camp set up, firewood is close, just like berries and water. We need to rest.. If anything, not resting will be fatal."
Steve thought it over. "Well a day or two to catch or breath might be smart, as long as we won't stay to long."

Tony poked the fire with a stick, making the sparks fly free. "In two days we'll start walking north again." He promised.

Natasha wanted to argue, but she knew it would be a good idea, since it would mean her leg could rest. No matter how careful Steve was, her legs kept shifting when he carried her.

"Then it's agreed, two days of rest.." She repeated.

After about two hours Steve and Natasha went inside the shelter, leaving Tony and Clint alone by the campfire.
Clint hesitated. "Uh.. When we were looking for wood today.."
"You can't get it out of your head right..?"
"No.. I mean, that's not what I meant.. I asked you a question and you never gave me a serious answer.." He looked up at Tony, showing the worry in his eyes. "Do you think they'll find us?" He asked again. "I mean, they don't know were they should start looking.."

Tony looked back at the fire he was still poking. "They must have some idea.. Besides, if we keep on walking, we'll find some place with wifi.."

He put his head on Clint's shoulder. "I mean.. If we stop believing it'll work out, we'd really be lost.."
Clint felt sorry for the guy and put an arm around him to show him he understood.
He understood that Tony's biggest fear now was giving up. He almost understood how vulnerable Tony felt without his suit; probably as useless as Clint felt without arrows.

They sat there for some time before Tony pulled back like nothing had changed. "I'm tired.. Lets it the hay.."

A small nod from Clint was all he needed before putting out the fire and getting in the small shelter carefully. Clint looked at the impossible man before he disappeared.

He had just witnessed Tony being completely honest and vulnerable, and that asshole didn't even act like it mattered. Clint wasn't sure why that made him so mad, but it did. When the fire stopped smoking he got into the small shelter as well, lying next to Tony, because of course that had to be the only available spot…

So tell me what you think please, I'd really appreciate it.

There will be more soon!