Clint

He'd fallen over backwards when the Hulk began to talk to him in sign language. He knew that Banner and the Hulk were able to communicate with one another but he hadn't known that the Hulk could speak sign language.

The Hulk was asking if 'Bow' was hurt. With a laugh Clint realised that 'Bow' must be him. It was a clever nickname and with a start Clint noticed that he liked it. (It was better than any of Starks at least.)

Clint told the Hulk that he was fine, a little hurt but fine. He also said that he had lost his hearing-aids. Then seeing the confused look on the guys face he explained that hearing-aids how he heard. Not knowing how well he'd explained it, Clint started to think of other ways to explain it. When the Hulk began to turn around in circles.

After a few mintues Clint remembered something that he had read in Banner's notebook. The Hulk's eyesight was a lot better than that of any humans. He must be looking for Clint's hearing-aids.

Moving to tell the Hulk that it was fine and that he had a spare pair back on the quinjet, the Hulk lept over to the other side of the roof. As he started to through rubble down onto the battle, taking out a bunch of aliens and searching. Two birds, one stone thought Clint as the Hulk sat down, looking rather pleased with himself.

Climbing carefully over the rubble, watching out for his injuries, Clint made his way over to the Hulk. By the time he reached him the Hulk was starting too get a bit board. Seeing that he had been joined he pointed at something. Clint moved closer and saw his hearing-aids, somehow unbroken. Picking them up he placed them in his ears. He heard Stark shouting at both him and the Hulk too stop sitting on their arses and join him.

Clint removed the one hearing-aid that wasn't working and slipped it into his pocket.

Having done that he picked up his bow and turned to the Hulk. The Hulk signed at him. He wanted to take Bow back to the quinjet. Noticing the pain in his arm Clint knew that he was all but useless and that his arm needed medical care urgantly. He nodded at the Hulk giving his agreement. And before he knew it he was holding onto the Hulk's arm for dear-life, while flying, (well more like controled falling), through the air. He passed out just before they landed.

It hadn't been an easy fight, seeing as Thor, Steve and Nat weren't there. If the Hulk hadn't been there than Clint wasn't sure what they would have done. Clint had been shocked at at how painful Banner's transformation into the Hulk had been. Before it had seemed seamless and while Clint knew that it must be somewhat painful, he didn't think that it would have been that painful. But after seeing Bruce transform Clint felt guilty for ever doubting Banner's place on the team.

They had spent three hours fighting. It had taken S.H.I.E.L.D that long to shut the portal and finish with the aliens. S.H.I.E.L.D was currently cleaning up the mess. He and Stark were searching for Doctor Banner. The Hulk had wandered off when he had finished smashing. Seeing as Bruce Banner had a thing with any government employee of any kind. And the Hulk had a thing for smashing any government employee. Therefore Clint and Stark had been sent to track the Doctor down.

It had taken him a while to come to after passing out and Stark had almost started an agrument with him for wanting to find Banner, but even Stark knew not to challenge Clint when he was in this mood.

Clint was hoping that he would find Banner insted of Stark. It wasn't that Stark would do anything wrong, (well this was Stark), it was just that Clint didn't know what state Banner would be in. And Clint, having read the Doctor's notebook, figured that he might be better able to deal with the aftermath of a 'hulk-out'. Espically after what had happened between him and the Hulk. Clint felt like he had made a new friend. And he had no idea how the Doctor would react. If he even remembered, Clint had read the notebook.

While thinking about what he would do if he found the Doctor and in what condition he would find the guy. Alive and concious he hoped. He climed up a pile of rubble to scope out a larger area. Nearly every part of his body hurt and he was still bleeding heavily but he had to find Banner.

Stark came in over the comms.

"Banner's close by you. To your right. About 10 o'clock." Clint turned to his 10 o'clock. Sighed he scanned either side of the general area. Stark was right, he could see Banner, but not at his 10 o'clock.

"11 o'clock Stark. ELEVEN O'CLOCK." Clint shouted at Stark through his comms.

"Alright so I was off by an hour. I'll bring to quinjet over to you." They had tried carrying Banner through the air, but it just brought the Hulk back out.

Reaching Banner, Clint checked his pulse and saw that although Banner had passed out he would be fine. The quinjet hovered above them and slowly lowered itself to the ground. Clint and Stark carried Doctor Banner onboard and thanking that Banner and Stark had invented stretchy pants. They tucked him up in in one of the seats and settled down for the ride back to the Tower.