I pulled the trigger.

The little click was followed with a loud crack as the bullet exited the chamber. My head simply exploded into millions of little pieces. I was free. I jerked my arms down as fast as I could to alter the course of the bullet, to avoid Clint.

Night chose this moment to disappear. With a small flick of her fingers and a loud pop she melted into thin air. Simultaneously, Clint fell backwards and I screamed in pain. I clutched my chest and collapsed onto the concrete. The hurricane of people stopped and stared, watching the show.

My pack rushed to Clint's side and ignored me like trash. I held onto the right side of my chest, where I had shot Clint, gasping for air. I had nicked a lung, it was going to collapse. Clint would drown in his own blood. I could feel Clint's struggle for air as though it were my own. Surprise would not even come close to the emotion I felt when Natasha's face popped into view. "N- Natasha?" I groaned out, "Help, h-help him!"

"I said to call me Nat," she growled out, "We need to get you to him."

I closed my eyes, wishing his pain away, but his pain was the only way I knew he was still alive. "He's d-dying, I can f-feel it." I rasped out and I saw what I didn't think was possible. Natasha was scared. I pushed at her arms, she needed to get to his side. "He's got an hour, tops."

"C'mon, you're the only one that can help him now." She grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. She threw her arm underneath my armpits and half dragged, half directed me to Clint. The revolver was left on the pavement where I had fallen. We stopped, I stumbled away from her and panted in pain. Not yours, I reminded myself, not my pain, block it out.

I put my hands on my knees and prepared myself, I ran. I ran for Clint, I needed to get to him, and fast. However, Tony was blocking me from Clint. Both repulsers were now aimed at my chest and I skidded to a stop. "Do you wanna know how he feels?" He sneered at me, brimming with disgust. Steve moved from Clint's side, leaving Bruce to tend the injured man.

"I know-" I panted, "I know how it feels."

"What do you mean?" He spat back.

"Tony move." I hissed.

"Never." His eyes narrowed, "we trusted-"

"TONY! Move your ass over now!"

I growled and felt my teeth grow, my instincts were taking over, if I shifted fully, nothing would stop me from getting to Clint. Nothing.

I bared my teeth at him and he stumbled backwards, away from me. I was sad that I scared him but Clint was more important and I was desperate. I took his surprise to my advantage and shoved him into Steve, knocking them both to the ground in a heap of metal and limbs.

I rushed to Clint and fell to my knees beside him. "Clint." I mumbled as my hands hovered his body.

"Matthews," Bruce warned, glaring at me with bright green eyes.

"Bruce," I returned in an equally hostile voice, "I don't have time for this and neither does Clint."

"Don't call me-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence, I shoved him out of the way, "Get back Bruce!"

"Matthews." His bloody fingertips were turning green.

"Bruce," I slammed my hands onto Clint's would blocking the flow of blood, "Stay back."

"Clint," I murmured, "Clinton open your eyes right now." and he did.

"Matty," he grimaced showing his teeth a bit, "Nice for you to drop in."

"Clint, listen." I said pushing down harder on his wound. "I can get rid of the wound, did the bullet go through?"

"Through and through." He whispered back.

"Good, good." I mumbled, "Bruce get me a stick, something for him to bite on."

Bruce just glared at me from his spot, not moving an inch.

"NOW!" I barked baring my teeth again.

He jumped, the green disappearing for a moment. Bruce dropped to the ground and fumbled around, groping for a stick. Natasha beat him to it. I nodded gratefully and took the stick from her hands. Clint grunted as I shoved the very stick between his teeth. Bruce reproachfully glared at Natasha, she was helping the enemy. "Nat, keep them back, I need room."

"If you wanted to get your hands on me all you have to do is say so." Clint coughed around the stick playfully. I ignored him and put one of my hands over the gushing wound on his chest. His heart beat was slowing down beneath my fingertips. I had only seen Frank do this once in my life.

'When you are desperate enough, anything can happen.' He had told me after, 'When a pack member is dying, another can take its place, and all it takes is a little bit of faith, trust, and pixie dust.' His eyes had crinkled in mirth at his own joke, 'Well, without the pixie dust.' Both Frank and his pack member spent weeks getting back to health.

I closed my eyes remembering how Frank had done it. While placing one hand on his wound, I put another one above his heart. "Clint, do you trust me?"

His eyelids fluttered, "Yes, absolutely." He coughed blood on my face, he was gasping for air, but he had said it without hesitance.

"Natasha! Stop helping her, she's just killing him!" I couldn't tell who it was, but I wish I could have made them understand. Clint's chest was shuddering beneath my fingertips.

"Nat, make sure he stays away!" I yelled hoarsely. Closing my eyes I focused completely on Clint. Not his pain, he wasn't shot. I was, I was shot, I shot myself. "I'm the one dying, I'm the one dying, it's me not him. Clint's the healthy one, not me." Over and over, I reminded myself, it was me not him.

His chest stopped moving all together. Small short breaths escaped his mouth, but even those stopped.

"He, he's not breathing!" Someone yelled, Bruce, I had guessed. I could feel my chest ripping open. It was working. I let out a gasp, I needed air, badly. Clint's heartbeat was getting weaker, I had to do it now. I felt blood slip down the right side of my chest and I focused on the pain it was causing. His heart beat was even slower, a short ba-dum then silence.

I could feel the hole rip further into my chest causing my arms to go weak. "S-Silver," I whispered quietly. Night had expected this, she used silver bullets, she was expecting to lose her control in the end. Night had wanted to shoot me. Blood lazily flowed down my back making my undershirt sticky and slick. Silence.

"He's dead, shit, he's dead!" I heard a panicked yell, "You killed him!" A loud thump followed the exclamation as Natasha knocked the person off their feet.

Silence.

Then there was a loud rush as blood moved through Clint's veins again. I was sure it was loud enough for Steve to hear. Clint sat up panicked, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, desperately searching for air.

My own blood was flowing quicker now, each beat pushing my life out of the new hole in my chest. The pain was gone and peace replaced it. My eyes moved lazily between my pack members. All attention was on Clint now, he deserved it.

"H- how?" Bruce squeaked, his words echoing in my ears. "It's gone! It's not even there! It shouldn't be possible, he should be dead, he was dead!" He was now on his knees by Clint's side, completely oblivious to the fact that he was manhandling Clint's chest.

I tilted my head and regarded his multiple frames. My mouth opened in an attempt to explain, instead a rush of air left my mouth. I was choking on the very thing I needed to live.

I stood up in alarm, stumbling a bit for my trouble. One hand was holding my stomach while my other grasped at my throat. I tried to force air out of my lungs, to cough. Someone grabbed my shoulders and patted at my back. Finally I hacked, sprinkles of blood flying all over the person that had helped me.

I looked up to see who had saved me. Steve's face was no longer filled with contempt, instead the blue circles were filled with fear and his cheeks were covered in speckles of red. Liquid was filling my lung, making it even harder to breath, it was my turn to be a fish. "Matty, are you okay?"

I furrowed my brows, It seemed like a stupid question to me. He was the only reason I was standing in that moment, and to add to that there was blood on his face, courtesy of me. "N-no, sil- silver!" I clawed desperately at my jacket, trying to unzip it, to show him the hole in my chest.

They couldn't see the wound, I didn't explain it, I was losing blood too fast. My fingers shook and fumbled with the zipper as though I was drunk. I shivered and fell into Steve. He took a surprised step back and lowered me to the ground. "Matty?"

The blonde seemed to have gotten the message of my fingers and unzipped the black jacket for me. He ripped it open revealing my previously white undershirt. It was coated in blood, I had taken the shot for Clint. I had literally stolen his wound. Steve's face was pale and his eyes were brimming with something worse than betrayal.

I blinked.

Steve was shouting for help, maybe screaming, I couldn't tell.

Another blink.

Bruce was holding a bloodied cloth tightly to my chest. His eyes were still flashing green, but they no longer held anger. "Matt-"

Blink.

"Fuck, why'd you do that, Matty? Why?" Clint's face was in mine. He carded his fingers through his short hair. I opened my mouth and coughed. His body went rigid as speckles of blood hit his face, "We- we gotta move ya, okay?" I closed my mouth in response. I wanted to tell him that he was worth dying for, he mattered more.

I blinked again.

Nat was leaning over me, one of her hands covering my cheek. "I knew you could help, but why didn't you tell me this would happen?" The usually emotionless spider asked frantically. We were in the quinjet, when had we moved? "Keep your eyes open, 'kay Matty?"

Blink.

My eyelids fluttered as I opened them again. My hand was in Steve's which were pressed to his -uncomfortably- sweaty forehead. His pink lips were moving constantly in a rhythm. "S- Steve," I coughed out.

"Guys!" He yelled causing my ears to ring, "She's awake!"

Suddenly five faces were swimming my vision, all covered in concern. I wheezed in surprise, but still managed to speak, "S-stop." I blinked rapidly, keeping Steve as my main focus. "Stop-p," there was hope in their eyes, they thought I was going to live. I could feel the string connecting us slipping, I wasn't going to live. I gripped Steve's hand as hard as I could, "T-too late, too late."

The feeling of the blood in my lung bubble from my last intake of air caused me to coughed.

"Shhh, Matty, save your strength, you need it for the ride back." Bruce whispered to me from his position, where he was holding a cloth to my wound.

I shook my head weakly, "S-s-sorry," I gripped Steve's hand with renewed strength. "Too late." I hissed, I warned, I told them to stop.

All their eyes were filled with determination, "No, we're sorry, Matty, we should have never thought..." Tony trailed off.

"No, d-don't be-" I coughed spattering blood on their faces, to their credit none of them flinched. I lifted my arm that wasn't being held by Steve and placed my hand on Bruce's.

"Matt-"

"No-" Wheeze, "Thank y-you for trying." I sent a nod in his direction, wincing at the pain it caused. "N-nicked my lung, no-noth-" he shook his head furiously in denial, tears springing at the edges of his eyes.

"C-c-cl-cl-Clint," I gasped. "You, you live f-for me?" He nodded his head yes, his face a stone, his eyes glinting. "Th-thanks."

"Nat," I grimaced

"Hey, you got the name right." She joked with a light laugh.

"Thanks for trusting me." Not a single stutter, I couldn't help but feel pride. Nat grabbed my hand from Bruce's and held it, "Take care of them all, f-for me? Both of y-you?" Clint and Natasha nodded, they understood, they knew I was dying, they accepted it.

My eyes were tired and I let my lashes flutter. "Hey, hey," Tony lightly slapped my cheek. "Keep those beautiful eyes open, kay, we gotta get you home." I flashed a bloodied smile at Tony.

"H-home is with you," cough, trickle of blood, "with all of y-you." Tony intently watched the blood follow the flow of the previous down my cheek. My eyes dipped down.

"Eyes!" Tony said calmly, firmly.

I brought them back to his face, "Thanks, T-Tony, just t-thanks, for being you, f-for being family," I licked my lips.

"Steve," I paused, "black b-box, black box." I sucked in a breath. Something caught in my windpipe and my eyes grew wide. I tried to push air up out of my lungs to dislodge the congealed blood. Everyone froze, I furiously blinked away hot tears as my chest moved without air. My feet started to kick and I made a fist with my free hand, whacking it against the table. My pack watched my struggle in horror.

Suddenly it dislodged and blood pooled in my mouth. I turned my head to the side and spit it out. "T-tell Th-Th-Thor," my tongue was getting heavy. "Gr-gr-aa-" I licked my lips, "great wa-wa-warr-"

"Warrior-" Nat threw in and I moved my eyes to her.

"Lis-" I spit more blood out of my mouth, "lissssnnnnr"

"Okay," I closed my eyes with Nat's acknowledgment.

"Open," Tony warned.

"Jarvis!" I hissed, "L-love you."

"And I you, Miss Matty," I smiled at where I knew the nearest camera to be.

I squinted my eyes at him, "B-bye, b-bye,"

"No, remember, we're almost there, you're gunna be fine." Even if Tony's voice had been confident, I wouldn't have believed him.

"I-I, I'm," I gulped some metallic liquid back down my throat. "I'm sorry, s-sorry." My breaths rattled and grew quick. "S-sorry, sorry!" I squeezed Steve's hand with the might of a fly, "Love l-love you a-all."

My fingers loosened from Steve's, but his grip only grew tighter. I could feel Bruce push tighter to my wound, creating a squelching noise in the process. Breath escaped my body and I didn't put up a fight, I was done with my message. The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was Natasha reaching for Clint's hand and Tony's trembling frame. "Keep them open, eyes, Matty, eyes!"

"St-stay here, stay!"

"No, no, no, NO!"

I blinked.

Someone was pressing rhythmically on my chest, each time my ribs exploded in pain. "-fifteen, sixteen, seventeen-" my eyes stayed closed and my chest still. CPR, my mind supplied, I wasn't breathing. Somehow I wasn't freaked out by the small revelation, I grew relaxed.

"Steve!" Someone shouted, "Steve, that's enough."

"No." He refused.

"Steve-" Started a smooth voice.

"No." He growled back. Air was pushed forcefully into my lungs

"She's gone! Steve! She. Is. Gone."

"No, she's not, she can't be!" He yelled. "-five, six, seven-"

"She's dead, stop, Steve, just stop." The pumping on my chest suddenly stopped.

There was a small thump as someone sat heavily on the ground. "It's okay Steve, it's okay."

"No, it's not, we failed her."

I stopped thinking.

I stopped listening.

I just stopped.

AN

Welp...

That just happened.

P.S. I agree, that would be the perfect accessory