You Didn't See That Coming?
Clint looked up at the Ultron above him. There was no way he'd move in time. He knew that. Mentally, he apologized to Laura, to his kids, to the unborn Nathanial and to Natasha and to the other Avengers. He also mentally apologized to the new kids, Wanda and Pietro. They weren't too bad, considering.
Clint said goodbye as he wrapped himself around the kid he'd pulled from wreckage. The kid would make it, would get off this flying city alive no matter what.
And then…
There was a rush of wind, and he had moved. He was unharmed. The kid was unharmed. He was alive.
He looked over to see Pietro, weakly grinning at him.
"You didn't see that coming?" And then he fell, blood bright and red rushing out as fast as the kid could run.
No.
Clint rushed over, nononono repeating in his head. He knelt by Wanda's brother, checked for a pulse.
There. A heartbeat, faint but still there. A breath of laughter left Clint. Of course the quick little bastard was still alive.
Ruckus around him reminded the archer that they had to go. Moving the kid so he was held by one arm, Clint grabbed Pietro.
"C'mon, stay with me." He ordered. He hoisted the speedster up, an arm around his shoulders.
Somehow, holding Pietro with one arm and the kid with the other, he made his way to the buses.
He returned the kid to his mother, and pulled Pietro over to a medic before collapsing on a row of seats, bloody and bruised.
"Tell Wanda…I've got her brother." He managed to grunt into the comm before blacking out.
Clint leaned up against the glass of the medbay in the Helicarrier. Pietro was on a bed, bandages wrapped around his torso. Wanda was in there as well, battered and bruised but for the most part okay, holding her brother's hand.
Now he could relax. He'd called Laura earlier, told her about the kids, about the whole adventure on the flying city of Sokovia. Naturally, she'd been concerned, but once he'd affirmed he was okay she calmed considerably. She told, read ordered, him to bring the Maximoff kids home with him if they didn't have a place to stay. He'd agreed, of course. The Maximoff kids would stay at the Barton farm.
For now, everyone was okay. Everyone was alive, and they'd won the day. Now it was time to relax.
Before the next murderbot/world-conquering villain came along anyway.
