Bad Ideas 2: Worse Ideas
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Worse Idea #3: About Is Probably a Better Word
They jogged back through the winding corridors, up stairs and eventually outside to the quinjet, which switched off its cloaking device once those inside saw them coming. The loading door opened and Tony motioned for Clint to go inside in front of him. As he ran inside the jet, he was met by a young woman with shoulder length, wavy hair and strange almost elbow length gloves. Beside her was a huge dark skinned man everyone had called 'Mack'. There was a flurry of activity as the other Avengers piled in. Clint was ushered over to the far corner where there were blue mats set out. This was clearly the medical area as across from him he could see Natasha being treated for a few minor cuts and gashes by a small young woman with brown hair.
Clint knelt and carefully placed Hennessy down on the mats. A tall blonde woman came over and knelt on the other side of Hennessy.
"Was she conscious when you found her?" Bobbi Morse asked, checking Hennessy bruised neck for a pulse. Clint fell back off of his knees and onto his backside as the rush of the raid began to wear off and the jet jolted upwards.
"Yeah… She was- she was fine. Well, she was kinda running. Collapsed after she recognised me," he mumbled. Bobbi moved around Hennessy for a few minutes as Clint looked on, resting his elbow on his knee with his other leg stretched out in front of him.
"Alright. She's obviously suffered some intense trauma to her upper body- bruising, cuts, some broken bones that may not have healed properly. Can't do much for her like this, but that'll change when we get to Zephyr 1. Alright?" she asked, her voice lifting in question at the end. Clint nodded but didn't lift his gaze her Hennessy's face. Her eyes. They were so dull…so empty. It was no wonder it took Clint so long clock her face. Bobbi looked at Clint with sympathy he did not see.
"It's gonna be alright. We'll do all we can. We've got a guy like her, if they have the same blood type, he'll donate," she said, reaching over and patting his shoulder. Clint tore his eyes away from Sparky to look at Bobbi. He forced his mouth into a half smile that felt strange and unnatural, but he covered her hand with his own and hoped that would send the same message.
"Girls still running from you, Clint?"
This time he gave a genuine smile. "Yeah, but I guess you'd know all about that."
Clint woke to the sound of the quinjet docking to Zephyr 1. Tony had transformed his suit into a suitcase, Steve was wearing his undershirt and the trousers from his regular get-up and Natasha had a hoodie on over her catsuit. He didn't see Wanda. They were all moved inside the huge plane. Hennessy was separated from Clint and whisked off the hospital bay. As he was pushed away and into a small room with a camp bed in a corner, he spotted the same brown haired girl that had patched Tasha up cover her mouth when she saw Hennessy lying in a gurney. The girl spoke with an English accent to a young guy who was just about taller than her. Clint could hear Steve's heavy footsteps lumbering after the trolley as the big blonde yelled over the clamour.
"Hey! Be careful with her! Sparky's been through enough shit already!"
Clint turned away from the open door and gazed around the small room. The walls had the same hexagonal pattern as the containment rooms in the Triskelion, before it was destroyed of course. Clint set his bow down at the foot of the camp bed and sat down on the uncomfortable mattress. He fidgeted with his hands for some time before edging his back into the wall and picking up his bow to give his hands something to do. He eventually tipped his head back and nodded off.
Clint woke when Natasha began shaking his shoulder vigorously. He jolted awake and saw her kneeling in front of him.
"Huh… What-what is it?" he asked, sitting forward. Natasha sat back on her heels. She held his arm to calm him.
"Nothing. We're almost back to the tower, we'll have to get back into the quinjet to dock," she explained, getting back to her feet. Clint followed her out the door and strung his bow over his shoulder.
"What about Sparky?" he asked. Natasha flicked her head back to him.
"The two of us, Wanda, and Steve are heading out in the jet. Stark is flying via suit. Once we're off, the jet will head back, pick up Sparky's medical bay and drop it off," she said. They reached a narrow hall with a lone stairs leading up to an open hatch.
"C'mon," Natasha said as she sensed Clint's hesitation. "Rogers and a few others are up there waiting."
They clambered up into the jet, Clint went first. As Natasha reached the last few steps, her foot missed one rung and she stumbled slightly. In an instant, a large hand shot out to help her. Gazing at it, she took it and looked up into Steve's face. He helped her up into the jet and gave her a small smile. Natasha nodded her acknowledgement and removed her hand quickly, careful not to linger. She looked around and saw Clint engaged in a quiet conversation with Coulson, she smiled. Clint was devastated when they heard Coulson died. They found out what happened during the file dump when S.H.I.E.L.D. collapsed in spectacular fashion.
Natasha saw Wanda talking quietly, as she always did, to the girl everyone called Daisy and who Coulson called Skye. Standing silently in the corner, was Agent May. Natasha went to talk to her old friend as Steve went to join Clint and Coulson.
Steve didn't miss the beaming smile that lit up Coulson's face when Captain America arrived.
"Ah, Captain. Good to see you," Coulson greeted. Steve shook his outstretched, mechanical hand.
"And you as well, Director," he replied. Standing up straight with his hands behind his back, Steve looked the epitome of military training and Natasha was jolted back into her own conversation with May.
"Why are you staring at the Captain?" May asked in her usual monotone. Natasha clicked back into her default mode- sarcastic asshole.
"The good Captain doesn't float your boat?" she asked with a smirk.
"Not really…I'm more of a Thor girl," May deadpanned. Natasha let out a chuckle and winked.
"I can hook you up," she replied quickly. May finally cracked the hint of a smile. Suddenly, Coulson's voice rang out.
"Alright! My team, we gotta go let these people get home!"
Everyone bade their farewells and May sat into the pilot seat just in time to see a red and gold man-shaped blur go speeding past.
2 day later…
Steve had been in the elevator on his way to his room from the gym floor when the elevator stopped on the medical floor. A bedraggled looking Dr Cho rushed in. Steve looked at her for a moment.
"What floor?" he asked.
"Where's Barton?" she asked, seemingly unable to get the words out quick enough.
"I don't know. Might I ask why?"
Dr Cho looked at him. "Ms. Romanoff told me to find Barton the very moment Ms. Hennessy was awake."
Steve had to do a double take, he excused himself politely as he shot out from the elevator.
"FRIDAY, where's Barton?!" he asked.
"Intently throwing darts at a dartboard, Captain," the A.I. replied. Steve sprinted up the stairs into the communal living area. He burst through the doors and spoke without taking a breath.
"Hennessy'sawakeandwecanseehernow!" he yelled. Natasha had been playing darts with Clint. By the time the last dart hit the board, they were past Steve and down the stairs.
All three came crashing through the doors leading to the stairwell. Clint took out a small male nurse as he rushed down the halls. His feet traced the way without needing any direction from his brain. Clint eventually skidded to a halt outside Room 12. Through the window, he could see her.
Hennessy sat propped up on pillows, gazing at a book resting on her lap. Her eyes were glassy and dull, they no longer possessed the twinkle they once had. Suddenly, Steve, Nat and Dr Cho arrived at his side. Helen Cho asked them if they would like to enter. All three just looked at her. Silently, she opened the door and all three rushed in.
Hennessy shifted her gloomy gaze from the book in front of her. Slowly, the ghost of her crooked smile appeared on her lips.
"Well, if it isn't the Three Musketeers," she croaked. Her voice was hoarse and cracked. She was much paler, her face was marked and bruised and she sported a black eye. Seeing Hennessy sitting up, black and blue, but alert and looking around made the three feel as if a mammoth load was taken off of their shoulders. But it wasn't Steve and Nat that Hennessy was looking at.
Clint grinned breathlessly at Jamie's softer smile. Clint a few steps toward the bed. He sat down on the edge beside her and kissed her. He held her head in his hands and Hennessy rested her hands on his neck as she kissed him. In that moment, there was no one else in the room. They were oblivious to anything else in the world. They did eventually break apart when a familiar voice spoke.
"Well, that explains a lot," Tony said from where he stood by the door. Natasha glared at him but Stark was unabashed. Barton stood protectively in front of the hospital bed.
"Tony," he growled. Tony shot him a look but shrugged. He turned his head to Hennessy.
"Tony Stark, and welcome to Avengers Tower," he said. Hennessy looked him up and down warily.
"I know who you are, where I am was a trickier question…" she replied. Tony smirked.
"Well, that makes things awkward, because I know who you are too, well, maybe about you would be a better approximation. Of course, by now most people know about the electric S.H.I.E.L.D. agent," he said.
"I'll take that as a compliment." Hennessy was lightning quick with her reply, prompting Natasha to smirk.
After a while, Steve decided to leave Clint, Nat and Stark to it. He hugged Hennessey lightly and set out for his room at long last. As he walked down the corridors back to the elevator, he couldn't help but look into the window of rooms. All were empty, all but one other. Steve slowed his stride as he came across the room Wanda Maximoff sat inside, with her brother lying in the bed. For some reason, Steve decided to go inside. Pietro still lay motionless in the bed, hooked up to several different machines as he had been for the past few months. Steve opened and closed the door as quietly as he could.
"…Hello, Captain Rogers," Wanda said in her heavily accented voice. Steve shifted his weight.
"Hey, Wanda. And call me Steve. Any change?" he asked gently, picking up a seat and setting it down beside Wanda. She didn't look at him as she spoke.
"Every day I come here, expecting there to be a change. Every day I think, this is it. He will be okay today, he will wake today. But he never does," she said. Steve looked at her with sympathy in his blue eyes. He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder and Wanda looked at him.
"He'll wake up," he said, comfortingly. Wanda gave a small, sad smile.
"I hope so, Captain. I hope so."
How the hell are you? First off, happy New Year to one and all! Second, did you like this one. I do not. I should probably address the fact that everyone is in the Tower, opposed to the New Avengers facility. Main reason is I'm an asshole who don't like change… Well, once again, happy New Year! I'm off to watch The Man From UNCLE for the third/fourth time, let me know what you thought in the reviews!
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