A/N: Hey guys, I'm finally back with a new chapter, with some bugging from my sister to finally post this (I know you're reading this. Hi!)
This was personally my favorite chapter to write, mainly because it has some of my favorite characters in both movies.
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Clint drove with his arm out the window of his convertible, the top down, enjoying the wind blowing on his face. Dash sat in the backseat, watching in amazement at something outside.
"What are you looking at kid?" Clint asked, glancing the the rearview mirror.
Dash started to laugh. "Pietro." He stated, and when Clint looked out, he saw Pietro running near the car.
He scowled, "PIETRO!" He shouted, and the young man ran up to the driver window.
"What's up Old Man?" He said in his Sokovian accent, smirking as he ran.
"Get your Прикладом back in the car!" Clint yelled, trying to steer on the road and keep his eye on Pietro at the same time.
(Butt)
Pietro grinned from ear to ear. "Only if you can catch me." He said, then ran off farther on the road. Clint tried to scowl, but ended up laughing as he jammed his foot down on the gas, getting closer and closer to the older speedster.
"Hey, Clint! Can I join him?" Dash called from the backseat, already unbuckled and gripping the drivers to keep from falling back.
Clint turned at smiled at Dash. "Sure, kid. Have fun, don't get run over, look both on both sides of the street. I'll talk to you on comms."
"You sound like my mom." Dash joked, then jumped out of the car and ran up to Pietro. Clint stepped down farther on the gas, revving the engine, and almost catching up to the speedsters. He honked the horn, and the two turned around and waved, then speeding ahead again.
Clint smiled, then put his hand to his ear, where his hearing aid doubled as a his comm, standard issue given to him by Stark.
"Do either of you geniuses know where we're going?" Clint asked over commas
There was no answer as Pietro and Dash ran back into the car, Pietro in the passenger seat, smiling uncontrollably.
Clint smiled back, and said, "Thought so."
"It was at a hospital? And no one was there? I thought hospitals were open all the time?" Dash questioned as they pulled up to the demolished hospital.
"I-I don't know." Clint replied in the same state of surprise. "Let's go check it out."
As they walked in, the inside was worse than the outside. They had to jump over beams of drywall to get in, and avoid giant holes that led to the different floors.
Pietro sped into one of the holes, going down to the bottom floor, then coming back up to the very top floor. A minute later he came back and stood next to Dash.
"I checked all the floors. There are no people." Pietro said. Clint nodded, and they went to find the bomb.
When they reached the hole, the three boys stood frozen, jaws hitting the ground. The hole was giant, taking up the majority of the ground.
"Uh… who wants to go first?" Clint asked, his bow out and ready for anything.
Both of the speedsters shook their heads and stepped back. Clint sighed, slipped his bow over his back, and grabbed an arrow. He grabbed a lighter out of his back pocket, lit the top of the arrow, and used it like a torch. He took a deep breath, and jumped down the hole.
Clint expected to be falling for a long time, but a few seconds later, he hit the bottom, tucked his legs in and rolled, causing the arrow torch to go out, leaving him in complete darkness. He fumbled around for his lighter, finally re-lighting the arrow, and looking around the hole. He took some flares that he had, lit them, and put them around the edges of the hole.
In the center was a white spot, with black ashes circling around it. He guessed that was where the bomb was. He was about to look more, when he heard some faint skittering behind him. He turned up his hearing aid to make it louder, and realized the walls were the ones making the noise!
He immediately turned and put a hand to the dirt and cement wall, and it was vibrating with the movement, getting louder and louder, shaking harder and harder.
Thinking on impulse, Clint took his bow off his back, and climb halfway up the hole he jumped down. Using his legs to balance on a piece of debris, he nocked an explosive arrow with the timer counting down, and shot it into the wall, lodging itself while it silently counted down.
Clint scrambled up as fast as he could through the hole, but he wasn't fast enough. The explosion battled through the hole, heat blasting from the small arrow. The explosion was deafening, and Clint, who had earlier turned up his hearing aids, cried out in pain, causing him to take his hands off the wall and cover his ears, and fell back. The blast flung him into the air, and onto the main floor.
Pietro heard the blast before it came up, so he grabbed Dash as ran outside with him. Pietro then ran back inside looking for Clint, hoping he didn't stay in the explosion.
He was making rounds when the bomb went fully off, and inside the explosion Pietro heard a scream, then saw Clint flying in the air, then hitting the ground.
Hard.
The blast rained down for a few seconds more, and between all the falling debris and heat, Pietro couldn't reach Clint, who was lying motionless on the ground.
When the falling debris stopped, Pietro ran over, picked up the archer, and ran outside to where Dash was.
"Is he alright?" Dash asked, crouching down next to Clint as Pietro leaned against the wall, sucking in clean air.
"He… better be." Pietro said between breaths. He then crouched down and put his finger against his neck, finding a small, but steady pulse.
"He's alive." Pietro confirmed, and Dash breathed a sigh of relief. Pietro removed Clint's bow and quiver, and leaned him up against the wall. He checked for injuries, and only found a small gash on his upper right arm from sharp debris. He ran and grabbed the first aid kit that Clint kept in his car, and bandaged it up.
Then, to wake him up, Pietro tried calling his name, then gently slapping him, trying to get him to wake up, with no use.
"I got it!" Dash called, then ran off, coming back a few seconds later with a bucket of ice water. Pietro smiled and stepped back, letting Dash through water on the unconscious man.
"Agh!" Clint shouted when the water hit him. He shook his head, water flying off his head in little droplets.
"How ya doing Clint?" Dash asked, standing in front of him.
Clint immediately cried out, and they looked at him in concern, before he reached up and pulled out his hearing aids. He adjusted some settings, then put them back in.
"Sorry." He said, as Dash stared at the hearing aids he once held. "I turned the volume up down there, and once I set the bomb, I forgot to turn it back down, which is probably why I passed out." He explained.
"Y-you have hearing aids?" Dash exclaimed.
Clint nodded. "Yep. I'm 80% deaf after an… incident."
Dash nodded and Pietro started talking.
"You ok, old man?"
Clint laughed and stood up, taking a swing at Pietro with his good arm. "Never been better." He replied. Pietro laughed and ran inside.
Suddenly he came back out with a grim look on his face. "We are not alone anymore. Those, Miners, are in there, the explosion forced them out of the walls they were hiding in."
Clint muttered something under his breath, and grabbed his bow. He tested shooting with with his injured arm, and grimaced at the pain, but nodded, ready to fight.
Inside was chaos. Miners were flowing up and down the different levels of the hospital, destroying equipment and throwing around gurneys, and digging another hole nearby the first one.
The three superheros crouched down behind a hospital bed.
"I think they're making another hole for another bomb." Dash stated, and the other two nodded.
Then, a group of miner came walking in with a giant black box, similar to the one that held the original bomb.
"Ok, here's what we are going to do." Clint said, turning his back to the bed.
"Dash, you are going to run over there, and knock out the Miners carrying the box. Pietro, you are going to grab the box. I don't know how it is set up, so please try not to drop it. Then the two of you are going to run and bring it to that valley we passed by on the way here, bring it down to the bottom, do not drop it, and come back here. Then we can get the rest of the Miners." Clint said.
"Are you sure you are going to be able to fend off all these Miners by yourself?" Pietro ask puzzled.
Clint smiled. "I've dealt with an angry Natasha before. This will be nothing. Bonus, you guys have super speed, so you guys won't take that long, right?" Clint asked with a grin. When no one replied he frown and asked again. "Right?"
Pietro shrugged. "Heavy object kind of make us slow down, especially something that might, y'know, explode…" Dash said.
Clint's smile vanished but shrugged. "I'll be fine. Now GO!"
Dash did his job well, knocking out all the guards, and Pietro ran under the box, catching it just before it hit the ground. Dash then ran over and grabbed the other end of the box, the two nodded at Clint, and ran out of the hospital.
Clint decided to stay in the shadows as long as he could before having to fight on the ground. So he climbed up to the top of the ceiling beam and perched up there, pulling arrows back and shooting the Miners down one by one.
The arrows flew silently from Clint's perch, and he scarcely breathed, reliving his memories and training from being a sniper. The arrows hit their target with a soft thud, followed by a thump of the heavy mole hitting the ground. Clint loaded another arrow, and was about to let it fly when his beam started to fall over!
He looked down and saw Miners pushing the beam, trying to knock him off. Clint looked more annoyed than surprised, and he blew air through his mouth and quickly changed his current arrow into one with a grappling hook.
He then shot it into the ceiling, and just as the beam came down, he jumped down and swung down, gritting his teeth from the strain on his arm, and hitting the ground and rolling.
Immediately, Miners, with weapons drawn and aimed, surrounded Clint, who was kneeling on the ground, breathing hard.
"Ok. You want to play like that?" Clint said, mostly to himself. He quickly took out his hearing aids and held them in his right hand, and used his left to grab to grab a sonic arrow from his quiver. He slammed it into the ground, and high pitches sonic waves blasted from the arrow, leaving each Miner screaming with their hands over their ears.
Clint laughed as the sonic arrow screamed and the Miners fell to the ground, unconscious, from the high pitched noise. When the sonic waves stopped, Clint picked the arrow back up and put it in his quiver, then placed his hearing aids back in, hearing the moaning and whimpering of the Miners.
He pulled out another arrow when,
BAM!
A heavy piece of drywall slammed into the back of his knee, forcing him to the ground. His leg was pinned to the ground in an unnatural angle, and Miners started slowly coming forwards.
Grinding his teeth, he forced his leg out from underneath the debris. Once out, he looked at it, his pants ripped and some blood coming out from it. When he tried to put pressure on it, he almost collapsed from the pain. "Дерьмо." He muttered.
(Crap)
He pulled together the last of his strength, and used his good leg to put the majority of his weight on, and leaned against a still-standing pillar. He pulled arrows out in rapid sessions and shot then, each one hitting their mark on a Miner.
5 minutes later, when Clint was running out of arrows and energy, Pietro and Dash ran back in, punching each Miner and throwing them down into the original hole.
In seconds, the whole thing was done. Pietro and Dash knocked over a half-fallen wall, and then, from his spot of the pillar, Clint shot another explosive arrow, which detonated inside the hole, and the superheroes were protected by the wall covering the hole.
Clint sighed, slinging his bow over his back, glad for the fight to be over.
"What took you so long?" Clint asked, lowering himself to the ground and rolling up his ripped pants so he could check his knee.
Pietro smiled sheepishly. "I kind of forgot where the valley was, and it took a while to find it." Clint glared at him, but then smiled at the younger man.
"Geez, Pietro. Whatever. Hey, Dash, can you go grab my first aid kit?" The young kid nodded and ran off.
Pietro stopped smiling. "You ok, Clint?"
Clint shrugged, then pulled up his ripped pant leg, hissing as it make contact with his knee. It was an ugly sight. It wasn't broken or dislocated, but came close, and it was turning an ugly blue and black, a little blood coming from other areas.
Pietro frowned at the injury, but Clint just shrugged.
"I've had worse before." Clint simply stated, but that didn't loosen Pietro concern. When Dash came back, Clint expertly wrapped his knee, and with some help standing up from Pietro, they started walking towards the car.
As Clint slowly limped through the broken door, Pietro asked, "Are you sure you should be walking on that?"
Clint shrugged but didn't turn around. "No, but I'm fine." He answered, but through the strain on his voice, you could tell that he wasn't.
Pietro thought for a moment, then smiled with an idea. She ran forward, and against Clint's protests, Pietro picked him up bridal style, and carried him to the car. He placed him in the passenger seat and he got into the driver seat.
Clint shot death glares at Pietro as he started the car.
Pietro just laughed. "Just check in with Cap, Old Man." He said, and Clint out his hand to his ear, talking to Cap, but with a scowl on his face on the way home.
A/N: Whew. That was a long one. But that was great, well, at least I enjoyed it!
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