Su: So I went to see Age of Ultron and then Bad Blood was playing on the radio on my way home, so this was the product of a fifteen-minute car ride after the initial idea was put in my head. This is the first time I've had a few moments to type it up though. I hope you enjoy reading this even though it is super short and sad. I don't own characters or movie or anything that I'm pulling from it.

Hunkering down momentarily behind an overturned car, it looked to be a Toyota , Clint watched the speedster take out a large cluster of Ultron-robots before Pietro came to a stop beside the archer. "Can't keep up, old man?" the smirking boy asked.

"At least I haven't been shot yet." Clint nodded to the bullet hole in Pietro's arm that was still leaking blood.

"That was friendly fire, it doesn't count!" After checking to make sure that one of the Ultron-bots wasn't about to kill either of them, Clint reached into his top left vest pocket and pulled out a large, rectangular packet. Pietro gave him a curious look as the archer peeled off the white paper, revealing a band-aid which he quickly slapped over Pietro's injury.

The enhanced male let out a whimper of surprise at the pain but shot Clint a glare before he could grin or crack a joke about Pietro. "Let's get going old man, Ultron's not done yet." Together the two Avengers left their hiding place and entered the fray again, losing sight of one-another almost immediately.


Seeing Pietro standing over him, Clint felt his heart leap into his throat. "P-Pietro?" the arched murmured, wanting to reach out and clap the younger male's arms in an attempt to keep the swaying boy upright.

"You didn't see that coming?" Pietro looked down at his body in a daze, taking in the many areas that were beginning to seep blood.

Clint didn't manage to catch the falling Avenger, his hands already full of the small boy he'd run to get. After setting the child on the ground and moving to Pietro's side, Clint kneeled, noticing that the dying speedster was attempting to say something else.

"I think I need a few more band-aids." Pietro whispered with a small grin.

"They can't fix bullet holes."

Su: Yeeeeah, I know, it's tiny and sad and I kinda hate myself for writing it but there we go.