Clint was wrapped in strong arms when he woke up. He was facing Bruce's t-shirted chest, he leaned his head up a little to kiss Bruce's chin. This didn't wake him up, so Clint just studied Bruce's face. He wanted to commit the face in front of him to memory. He had a bit of stubble that rubbed Clint's chin when they kissed last night. His unruly brown curls rested on a forehead that wrinkled when he was thinking. Clint's favorite part was Bruce's eyes, they were warm pools of brown that he thought he could get lost in. He couldn't wait until Bruce opened them so he could see them again. He asked JARVIS to quietly play some music, his voice was barely above a whisper. He selected Imagine Dragons, the lyrics filled the room like a quiet hum. About half an hour later, Bruce started to wake up. Clint leaned his head up again so he could see Bruce's face more clearly.

"Good morning" Bruce said to Clint, tightening his hold on the archer. He smiled when he heard the music that Clint had chosen "You are up early today" He pondered put loud.
"I just have a good reason to now" Clint replied. Bruce studied his face, he saw a single tear form in Clint's eye and he leaned his head down to kiss it away. Clint looked into the eyes of the man in front of him, the dark brown orbs he loved. He leaned up to capture Bruce's lips with a kiss, it was short when he pulled away, fearing his morning breath. Bruce chuckled a bit and kissed Clint's forehead. Clint snuggled into Bruce's chest, reaching under his T-shirt to run his hands over the other man's abs.

"Bruce" Clint said, his voice was so quite that Bruce barely heard it. So many thoughts were running through his head that he couldn't think straight. He knew what he wanted to ask Bruce, but he also didn't want it to seem like he was moving to fast. He really didn't want to mess this up.
"Clint, babe, what's wrong" Bruce asked, the concern in his voice made Clint's heart break. Now he was scaring Bruce again, he always messed things up. His mind was starting to get foggy and his breaths were becoming labored. He could feel the panic attack coming but he was helpless. The last conscience thought he had was please don't let him hate me.

"Clint! Clint please listen to me, wake up! Clint!" Bruce was in full Dr mode now. He told JARVIS to wake up Tony and tell him to meet him in the med lab. Bruce put one of his arms under Clint's knees and one around his back and ran out of his room and in the hall. The elevator doors were already open and waiting. The elevator was already faster than a normal elevator, but to Bruce it was the slowest ride he had ever been on.

"Brucie, slow down" A half asleep Tony said from inside the med lab.
"What's wrong with Legolas" he asked Bruce. Clint was put on a bed and Bruce hooked up a heart monitor and checked his blood pressure.

"We were just talking and all the sudden he had a panic attack, Tony, I tried to calm him down but I couldn't, I just couldn't. He started shaking and breathing funny. I'm a doctor for fucks sake! I should have seen the signs earlier and stopped it" Bruce was shouting now. He couldn't believe that he didn't see it, its all his fault. He hoped Clint didn't hate him.

"Hey, Bruce, calm down. Its not your fault, you had no power over it. He'll wake up and be fine, ok" Tony said in his most soothing voice. He wondered why Bruce cared about this so much. Its not that Bruce doesn't care about his fellow avengers, but he is never on the verge hysterics. Could they be together, Tony thought.

"Bruce, is something going on between you and Clint? You seem really worried, and not like usual" Tony said, trying to sound neutral. Bruce looked at Tony, brown eyes meeting brown. He didn't know if he should tell him or not. He and Clint never talked about telling the team. Its not like they were embarrassed. Bruce decided that it didn't matter, they would find out anyway.

"Yes, last night we were talking. We started talking about our nightmares and..other things that aren't my place to say anything about so don't even ask..we kissed and I invited him to sleep, only sleep, in my bed last night. It was the best sleep I've had in a long time. This morning we were talking about us and what we were, and he, he, he just started breathing hard and he passed out" Bruce said, his voice cracking at the end.

"Does the thing that's not your place to say, have anything to do with those? You should probably put a jacket or a long sleeved shirt on him" Tony said, pointing to Clint's arms that were out in the open. It was hard to ignore. Tony felt sorry for the archer, he knew he wasn't doing great after Loki got him, but he never thought about this. Bruce saw what Tony pointed to and immediately went to get Clint a spare jacket in one of the cabinets in the room.

"Yes, that's what I was talking about, somewhat. But don't say anything to him or the team. Do you understand me" Bruce said, his tone left no room for argument, not that Tony had any.

"I wasn't going to say anything. I'm happy for you two by the way" Tony said with a grin.

Just then Clint started to move and Bruce rushed to his side and grabbed his hand.

"Clint, are you awake" Bruce said slowly. Clint looked up at Bruce and tears started to spring into his eyes. The tears turned into sobs when he seen the heart broken look on Bruce's face. Tony took that as his cue to back out of the room to give them their privacy.

"JARVIS, lock the door and make sure there is no interruptions please" Tony said to his A.I.

"Of course Sir, I live to serve. I will be monitoring Mr. Barton's vitals and will alert you if there is any trouble" The crisp British voice answered back and Tony heard the door lock.

"Bruce, I am so sorry. I tried to stop it but I couldn't control it. I-" Clint was cut off with Bruce's lips against his. The kiss was full of need and promise.

"Clint, please never be sorry for something like this. You did nothing wrong, I'm not mad at all. I care about you so much, I don't want you to hurt anymore" Bruce said to Clint in a sweet and caring voice. He looked down at Clint and smiled a rare smile. He carefully picked Clint up and moved to sit behind him on the hospital bed. Clint was sitting in-between Bruce's outstretched legs, with Bruce's arms around his waist. Clint realized he was smiling and leaned into Bruce as Bruce started to sing, softly.

"I don't know where you're goin' but do you got room for one more troubled soul, I don't know where I'm goin' but I don't think I'm comin' home" His voice was soft and sweet and the best thing Clint ever heard.

The team found out about a week later and they were all happy for them. Fury had some choice words but he was quickly silenced when the hulk appeared. Its safe to say that no one ever bad mouths them after that. They both still have nightmares and Clint's panic attacks haven't been as frequent but they still happen. Bruce calms down when he feels Clint's body in his arms. Bruce can sing to Clint and he snaps out of nightmares and panic attacks almost instantly. And when Clint asks Bruce what are they, Bruce smiles and says alone together.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! To the ones who are following this story, I am so sorry it took so long to post a new chapter. This is probably going to be it unless yall want more. Reviews and are welcome! *I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS, IF I DID CIVIL WAR WOULD NOT HAPPEN! AND I DO NOT OWN THE SONG ALONE TOGETHER (Bruce sings this to Clint).