Pint-Sized Mistake
Notes: Written for the 167 word, "Blame" challenge
He shouldn't have shot the explosive arrow.
What the team had overlooked, what Clint's eyes couldn't see, what Tony's scanners failed to recognize, was the shifting gas underneath the base. An underground chamber filled with methane that Hydra harnessed as their swan song.
Natasha and Thor escaped to the quinjet with Bruce and Tony, carrying both Clint and Steve, flew out of the inferno. But it wasn't enough. The blast wave still caught them- a jolt, twisting and turning into the treeline. Steve healed immediately and Clint had landed on a pile of leaves and grass.
Tony smashed into the trunk of a Siberian Cedar.
Now Clint sat outside his room at the medbay, next to the mummers of Steve and the Doctors discussing Tony's status, and Clint tried to get the sight of his friend, unconscious with his helmet ripped open and forehead covered in blood, out of his mind. He gripped his hair, guilt bubbled in his gut.
He shouldn't have shot the explosive arrow.