A few weeks had pasted and neither the Avengers nor SHIELD had heard anything from the archer it was as if he had fallen off the face of the planet. Bruce was starting to worry, more importantly the hulk was starting to worry. One unusually cold and stormy July night a bloodied burlap sack was thrown through the Avenger mansion window landing with a painful thud on the living room floor.

"Help me…" the shaky voice came from the bag. "Please…H-help" It breathed again. They knew that voice it was Clint. Tony had seen Bruce start turning shades of green and convulsing struggling to keep the monster back as the sack had called out for help a few times. Tony and Steve grabbed the burlap sack and dashed for the elevator as Bruce had lost complete control. The Hulk growled and screamed crashing into things; you could almost see the pained look on its face. As the elevator went down the Hulk smashed against the walls of the mansion not doubt giving the titanium reinforced walls a good work out. Steve quickly ripped open the bag while in the elevator, Clint had sustained many injuries, one of his hands had been torn open and there had been a puncture wound in his shoulder as well as a few cracked ribs and he was going to require a several stiches on his other shoulder; all in all the man probably shouldn't still be alive. Tony pressed the down button and they hurried to the med bay.

They both didn't know how, but Clint was still conscious. "I need…Bruce…I need to tell him…I love."

Steve held the other man and dashed for the emergency room "You can tell him all you want after we get you patched up."

The private hospital Staff quickly went to work on keeping Clint alive behind the double doors of the man Operating room.

Steve looked at Tony "We should probably check on Bruce. He went ballistic." Steve said staring at the ceiling as the growls and screams continued.

"You'd go bat shit crazy too, if that happened to the one you loved" Tony said in a knowing tone. If that had happened to Steve, Tony probably would have done some damage too. He probably would have gone out on a wild goose chase from the mother fuckers that did it.

Steve and Tony both shared a look as they could hear the hulk causing chaos in the rest of the house. Tony took a deep breath "I'd be just as crazy if it were you I seen Stuffed in a bloody bag" Steve blushed and kissed the other man softly their eyes closing for the moment Steve letting out a contented sigh.

"I love you too, Tony Stark." Steve smiled intertwining their hands. Tony smirked capturing the Captains lips in another kiss.

As soon as Clint was declared ok over the intercom system through the entire house the thrashing about on the main level had stopped and a barely dressed Bruce Banner quietly came down in the elevator. He stepped off the elevator and his eyes immediately went for the hospital bed that contained the man he loved being wheeled into a vacant room.

Bruce pasted by Tony and Steve "Is he… is he alright?" Bruce spoke softly he was exhausted but he refused to crash out before he was sure the archer was okay.

Tony put a hand on Bruce's shoulder his other hand still holding Steve's "He's gonna live" Tony said with a smile.

Bruce moved forward into Clint's room pulling a chair up to the bed. It was weird seeing the marksmen like this his was calm but it looked unnatural he looked like the life had been sucked out of him.

Bruce softly grabbed the non-bandaged hand and squeezed it "You scared the day lights out of me" he whispered knowing the other was unconscious and probably could not hear him. Bruce pressed a kiss to the back of the hand the soft sound of the heart monitor beeping in the background. "I thought you were going to die before I got to tell you that I'm falling for you." Bruce laid his head against Clint's abdomen "The big guy though he lost his cupid." The soft sound of Clint's breathing combined with the sound of the heart monitor slowly lulled the doctor to sleep.

Natasha had been told about what happened to Clint upon her arrival home, she knew something was not quite right due to the amount of damage done to the main level of the house.

"I leave for a couple months, and the whole place goes to hell." She glared at Stark thinking he had provoked the hulk yet again for his own weird amusement.

Usually that glare sent Tony running for the hills but this time other things were more important than that "Clint was toss through the window and pretty banged up." Steve spoke.

Natasha's eyes widened, she and Clint were close. "Where is he now?" She spoke with a bit of a growl in her voice.

"Don't worry his been he's in the med bay under the vigilant eye of Dr. Bruce Banner" Tony said softly.

The assassin breathed a sigh of relief; at least there was someone who cared for the archer there to comfort him and to be by his side like she used to be. She made a b-line for the elevator "I take it that the mess up here has something to do with the hulk"

"You got that correct hot lips." Tony yelled and was immediately thonked on the head by his new found lover. Natasha didn't bother making him pay for that comment she knew the Captain was probably doing it for her. Her heels made a loud clacking noise on the floor of the lower medical level she leaned against the door frame watching as the doctor slept upon her wounded partner and former lover. She went to one of the other rooms and grabbed a blanket looking around to be sure no one saw her; she couldn't strike fear into their hearts if they knew she was secretly a sweetheart. She draped the blanket over the sleeping doctor and patted his head. She walked around to the other side of Clint and placed a soft kiss upon his forehead, his eyes opened slowly blinking a few times to get used to the bright lights.

Natasha dimmed the lights and brought another chair to sit at his bedside. "What the hell happened, Barton?" She spoke quietly so as to not wake the doctor.

Clint blushed as he seen a disheveled doctor sleeping against him, his eyes lingered on the man, he had gone through such hell in the past few weeks and he missed the sight of those soft brown curls.

After a few moments he turned his attention back to Natasha "I was attacked by a Russian crime syndicate."

Natasha's eyes widened "Was this because of me" She knew they would eventually come looking for her. You done just lose a top class assassin that you created and not go looking for it.