Okay I don't know what's supposed to go in an authors note but I know you have to do a disclaimer so I don't own the Avengers. Also I'm sorry for what happens to Clint in this chapter and I hope you guys don't hate me.

Clint's P.O.V.

I sighed and stopped to take a breath for the tenth time, I tried my communicator again but it still wasn't working. I shook my head and took a minute to regain my composure before I started to walk again; I kept my hand on the wall so I wouldn't fall. It was still hard to breath and the dust around me only made my lungs feel worse, but I didn't stop. I had to find a way out before Nat went crazy and before I collapsed from exhaustion.

With every step I took my lungs felt worse and I had a feeling that I had gotten a concussion from the fall. It was still dark but at least I could still see, I wouldn't admit this out loud but not being able to see really scared me. As an archer and an assassin you rely on sight and hearing, and if you lost one of those senses than you were as good as dead. I placed my hand on my bow and arrows just to make sure they were still there.

I kept an arrow in my hand and ran it through my fingers just to reassure myself that they were still there. I wasn't even sure if I was going in the right direction, but I really just wanted to get out of here. I kept walking and I was doing all right for a while but then my knees buckled and I fell again, I growled and tried to get up but my knees were making a loud protest.

I sighed and sat there running my arrow through my fingers and for awhile I just sat there thinking, I wonder if the boy had told the rest of the team about me helping him and if Nat was worried. I smiled we had been through a lot including Budapest which we both seemed to have very different memory of.

We had become partners and I had even told her about Laura, Cooper, Lila, and Nathanial. I wasn't as close with the rest of the Avengers but we were a team and we were all close in some way even if we always fought over the last pop tart, and Thor always won.

I tried to stand up again and this time I didn't fall, I kept going forward hoping that I would find an exit and soon. I walked for what felt like another hour or so before I fell again and this time I landed on my already broken rib. I grunted in pain and I started wheezing from all the dust in my lungs, my head felt like it was gonna explode and I felt just about ready to die.

My eyes started to shut and I tried to fore them to stay open. I shook my head trying to stay awake if I did have a concussion then I knew it would be a bad idea to close my eyes. Although sleep did seem like a nice idea right now maybe just a minute or two…No! I couldn't, I had to get up and get out of here. I was about to force myself to get up again but a crackling noise stopped me, it was my com.

I put my hand up to it and I could vaguely make out Natasha's voice but my eyes had started to shut again. So all I could really make out was her saying something about staying awake as if she knew I was seconds away from passing out. She told me that they could track my location under the rubble and get me out safely but I knew that by the time the got here I would be out cold.

She stopped talking and I tried to force my eyes open but I just couldn't. No, I have to stay awake they're coming and I have to stay awake. Unfortunately my eyes started to close despite my protest and before I knew it my eyes were shutting. I tried but I couldn't stand it any longer sleep was calling out and I knew that it was a lost cause. So instead of fighting it I just went with it and before I knew it my eyes were shut and I was out cold. Only one thought crossed my mind, if this doesn't kill me then Nat will.

Natasha's P.O.V.

I went back to the tower and had tried to locate Clint's com, after about another hour or so I had finally gotten his location. I had immediately called the others and we had gone back to the destroyed building. Bruce changed back into the Hulk with a little protest but immediately shut up after a small glare from me. We got the Hulk to remove some of the rubble so a small team of people could go in and get Clint out safely.

I had, of course, gone in with them and right away I was worried. I noticed that it was dark and kind of claustrophobic. I bit my lip and hoped for the best; Clint wasn't really great with small and dark places. It took us a while but we finally found him, he was unconscious and his head and side were bleeding. I gasped and immediately ran to his side.

The paramedics loaded him onto a stretcher, that they had some how gotten down here, and we managed to get him back out. We got him back to the S.H.I.E.L.D hospital and Bruce along with a bunch of other S.H.E.I.L.D doctors took a look at him. I was outside the room they had placed him in and waited for Bruce to come out and tell me what was wrong. After what felt like forever Bruce came out with a grave expression and I immediately became even more worried.

I walked over to him and tried to get images of a dead Clint out of my head "How is he?"

Bruce sighed and shook his head a little "He's alive,"

I would've sighed in relief or demanded to see him but Bruce's face told me that there was something wrong "And?"

"Well he's got a deep cut in his side and a minor one on his head, he woke up a couple of times and kept muttering incoherently but…"

"But?"

"The last time he woke up his eyes were wide and he sat up muttering something about a farm and, he tried to disconnect the tubes around him and get up so we had to sedate him, he was supposed to wake up almost an hour ago but he never did,"

I could feel my heart pounding against my chest and my mouth went dry "So what're you saying?"

He looked up at me, his eyes staring directly at mine, with a grim expression and the words he said next made me freeze and my heart skipped a few beats "Nat, he's in coma and we don't think he's going to wake up,"

So yeah sorry, and if any of you think this is gonna be a really long story that's over 20 chapter that's not happening I'm not even sure if it'll be 10. Also I'm not really good with grammar and I try to spell things right but I don't always get it right so if any of you catch my mistakes please tell me and I'll try to get it right next time.