Clint woke up in the morning by an amused Natasha. "Wanted some privacy?" She asked in a teasing voice. Clint blinked a few times before realizing he was still leaning over Tony, with his arms around him completely. Tony on the other hand was still asleep, softly snoring against the top of Clint's head. Clint looked at Natasha as well as he could without waking Tony up. He barely dared to move, let alone talk.
It felt just like Nat somehow walked in on them having sex, it felt so intimate and private, like their moment was interrupted by her, before he even knew they had a moment.
She grinned. "Stark!" He woke up with a shock, holding Clint closer for a moment. "What's wrong?" He asked worried, afraid of an attack.
It took him a few seconds to realize where he was and what, or rather who he was holding. "Ow.. uh.. Good morning.." He said without letting go. "What's wrong?" He asked as his smirk returned and he kissed the top of Clint's head.
"Nothing, I just thought we should get up if we're going to walk today."
"Well, we'll walk.." He said, looking at Natasha's leg.
"Fuck off Stark." She tried to get up by using one of the sticks she made yesterday, her pain showing on her face slightly.
"Are you completely out of your mind?!" Tony let go of Clint and stood up. "Why would you do that?"
"To no longer be useless." She shrugged. "Why would you care?"
"Because it's dangerous.."
"I'm not a baby, St..!"
"Apparently you are. I thought you understood I was just teasing you.. God.. Since when do you listen to me.. I call everybody useless, I'm a big jerk! That secret as been uncovered long ago. The curtain is pulled back to just reveal a huge dick! You are in agonizing pain, look at you." He doubted if he had ever been this mad. Natasha was hurting herself and maybe even doing damage in the long run. Just because of something he had said? He said so much, hurt so many people, why would she start caring now..
Steve suddenly got out of the tent. "What is going on here? Why are you standing?" He turned away from Natasha and looked at Tony. "What have you done..?"
"I haven't done a god damn thing..!"
He turned around and walked away, muttering some minor insults and kicking every thing in his way.
Clint sighed and ran after him. "Tony wait!" He yelled, following him.
"Are you okay?"
He kept quiet.
So did Clint. They walked to the river and Tony took of his shoes to bath his feet in the cool stream.
So did Clint.
They stayed there for the rest of the morning and a bit of the afternoon, until Steve walked in on their moment with Nat in his arms. "We packed some berries and meat." He announced. "It's time to go."
Clint stood up and held out his hand for Tony to hoist himself up. He took it, saying nothing.

They walked silently until they saw a small cabin. They nearly ran towards it in excitement and relieve.
Clint tried knocking a few times, but no one entered, so Steve broke the door open.

They looked around the place after Steve put Natasha on the couch. Once Clint found a first aid kit he brought it to Natasha along wit some towels and a bowl of water. He helped her clean her wound and bandage it properly. Steve grabbed a phone and tried calling, but the line was dead. He found Tony in one of the bedrooms, where he was going trough the closets.
"Stark, can you repair the phone?" He asked him in a stern voice.
"I'll try." He responded and walked back into the living room.

"This looks like one of those crappy vacation homes people have to go out into nature.." Tony noted with a snort. He found out the phone was broken, but it was nothing he couldn't fix. It would take some time though, since he had no tools.
"I think I'll start this tomorrow.." He said. "I'm to tired right now, I wouldn't be able to concentrate… Nat, Steve, you take the separate beds, it's best if you don't lay next to someone." He explained, addressing Natasha. "We wouldn't want someone turning in their sleep and kneeing you in the thigh.." He said, looking at Clint accusingly, since he moved a lot in his sleep, and that had happened the third night.

They all agreed this was the best option and Steve carried Natasha to her room, putting her in one of the beds.
"How is your leg?" He asked once again.
"It's fine.." She answered. Even though it wasn't, at least the proper bandages made it better.

He put the blanket over her and she protested, saying she was not a baby, that she could easily handle it alone.

In the next room, Clint and Tony were already in bed. They lay there in their boxers after both men had separately taken a quick, hot shower.
Tony put his hands around Clint's still hot body and Clint put his head on Tony's chest without question.
Tony shouldn't feel guilty; at least that was what he told himself. He had worked overnight with much more difficult things, never afraid to lose his concentration. But he knew he would have this moment with Clint if he didn't fix the phone yet. He didn't want to tell him how much he longed for a private night of sleeping with him in his arms.
He just wasn't that sort of guy. He kissed the top of Clint's head with a smile, listening to his small sleep sounds.