Chapter 2: Nothings worse than an angry assassin!
Hey I just wanted to say sorry about all of the typos in the last chapter I was being lazy and forgot to proofread. But here's the next chapter. Hope you like it! And my inspiration for this chapter is "Better Than I Know Myself" by Adam Lambert. I chose this song because it says a lot about me and how I wish my friends were. Also I would just like to say thank you to Starrgazer11 for my first review on this chapter. Well here it is! I hope you like it!
Clint's POV:
"I have a feeling that she's going to need more than a first aid kit." I answered.
I quickly helped her into a pair of my training sweatpants and one of my baggy shirts so not to cause more pain then necessary.
We rushed her back to base to get her wounds medical attention. Nurses came running up to us trying to help. "Bring her in here." A doctor ordered ushering me into a hospital room where I laid her on the bed. I looked down at my half dead wife and took her hand in mine.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Banner. What happened?" he questioned while quickly examining her. I lightly lifted up her shirt halfway to reveal over 20 stab wounds.
"I know she's an assassin; how in the hell did she manage this?" he asked utterly shocked at how a girl so small could have so many stab wounds and still mostly be together.
He turned and ordered a nurse to get her some morphine immediately.
"Well let's just say that when we woke up this morning there was an unwanted visitor with knives and rope." I answered quietly.
He gave me a sympathetic smile but quickly went back to work. "Do you know her blood type off hand?" he questioned in a doctoral voice.
"O Negative," I answered quickly without hesitation. I was insane how often I was asked than question…enough to give me enough heart attacks for all of America.
"You memorized my blood type, you bastered?" she questioned shakily; wheezing slightly.
"Yes, with as many times as we get injured, it became necessary. Wait you answer my blood type quicker than you can break a neck, when I'm hurt," I responded trying to hide my worry.
Dr. Banner quickly sent the same nurse out for O Negative blood after she returned with the morphine.
"Mrs. Barton, how are you feeling?" he asked.
Dumbass question…1…2…3…
"Fine," she responded nonchalantly even though I could see the obvious pain in her eyes. I know her too well…
"Tasha, your injured; in the hospital. We don't give a fuck if you can get run over tank and walk away or not." I argued. She looked at me with a pained expression.
"It does hurt," she admitted in defeat.
"On a scale from 1-10 how bad does it hurt?" he probed.
"Eight and a half." She replied hesitantly.
"Okay, now, do you remember what happened?" he interrogated.
"A little, it was a little blurry." She explained. He just nodded in response and whispered something to the nurse who quickly ran out again to the front desk.
"Mr. Barton, may I speak with you privately?" he urged.
I nodded and began to walk out into the hall when she lightly grabbed my arm. "I'll be right back, baby…I promise." I ensured and kissed her head.
I proceeded out into the hallway to meet the doctor.
"I did a quick examination and it seems her condition is much more serious than you wife is informing me. I asked to talk to you in private to ask you for your permission to preform emergency surgery." He explained.
"Is it that serious?" I probed nervous as hell.
"It appears that she has internal bleeding and if left untreated could be fatal." He clarified.
"F-f-a-atal?" I choked out. "Okay where do I sign?" I questioned.
He handed me a clipboard of paper work which I quickly filled out granting them permission to do emergency surgery to save her life.
"Would you like to tell her or would you prefer me to inform her?" he offered.
"I'll tell her…it may be unsafe for you to tell her." I replied. He chuckled slightly and nodded before walking away to set up the surgery.
I walked back into the room and took her hand in mine, rubbing her hand with my thumb. "What's wrong? Clint, what's going on?" she asked nervously.
"I gave then the okay to preform emergency surgery." I answered.
"Clint! You bastered!" she retorted.
"No don't give me that shit! You have fucking internal bleeding; it could be fatal! Fatal!" I snapped.
I sat staring at the door waiting for the doctor. He emerged through the doors and walked over to me. I stood up a shook his hand.
"How is she?" I questioned nervously part of me not wanting to know the answer.
"Well, I have good and bad news. The good news is that we were able to stop the internal bleeding… but the bad news is she went into shock due to loss of blood and her body instinctively went into a coma for self-protection." He described.
I tried to hold back the mental breakdown in my head from surfacing. "Chance of survival?" I questioned but already preparing for the blow his answer would throw.
"15%," he answered with a sympathetic look. Preparing didn't help cushion that blow… most likely in a matter of hours my wife would be…dead… I turned around and punched the wall leaving a hole the size of my fists; I wiped the tears away that had run down my face.
I felt I hand on my shoulder to find Coulson and Fury. "Clint, it will all be okay," Coulson spoke attempting to pull me out of my meltdown.
"No! He can't take her away from me! She's the only family I've had since I was 12! He can't take her from me! I need her!" I cried and slid down the wall. "If I had only been faster, if I had fought better… it was my job as her husband to protect her… and I failed." I choked out.
"Clint, what would she do if she heard you right now?" he questioned already knowing the answer.
"Call me a cheesy bastered and threaten to kick my ass." I answered.
"Exactly! Everyone knows damn well that she's small but mighty, and anyone who says otherwise should be thrown in nut house. She's strong… she'll make it, Clint." He reasoned.
"The doctor said she only has 15% chance though." I retorted.
"Since when do you two follow the rules? Let's face it you two beat the odds. You two were once set on a mission with a 10% chance of success; you two completed the mission with no more than a couple scratches and bruises." Coulson argued.
"Barton, every fucking agent at SHEILD would bet that you two were going to kill each other, but look at you now you two are happily married. And in couple days you'll be taking her home with you. It will all workout, I mean you didn't spare her for nothing." Fury added.
I was walking back with my cup of coffee in hand, just like how she liked it. God I was a wreck! A nurse came rushing up to me out of breath from running.
"Agent Barton! She spoke your name! She's not totally awake but should be coming to anytime now." She informed me.
"Thank you!" I yelled as I rushed down the halls of SHEILD's medical wing and into her room.
When I entered I saw a vision of her that I never wanted to see. I saw a tiny girl lying motionless in the hospital bed with a monotonous amount of tubs and wires strapped to nearly every exposed inch of her petite body.
"C-c-lint," she weakly whispered. I rushed over to her side and took her hand in mine.
"I'm here, baby. I'm here. You have to fight, show Alexi that he didn't win. Show me why I spared you. I need you…I need my wife. I need you to fight for me, please, baby, please don't give up. I love you more than anything…" I rambled.
"Did I ever t-ell you th-that you're… a fuck-ing cheesy bastered?" she breathed out opening her eyes to reveal her exhausted green eyes.
I nuzzled my face into the crook of her neck. "Fuck you. You scared the fucking hell out of me…I thought you were gonna leave me…" I cried.
"Clint, Clint, it's okay 'if I wanted to leave I would have left by now, but I really need you by my side. Cause you know me better than I know myself.
Well there it is! I hope that you enjoyed it! I know I did… I kinda started crying while writing it. Please Review, Favorite, and Follow! Keep loving Clintasha!
