Thanks for hanging with me, fans, and thanks for the reviews, follows, and favorites! Why, yes, it was a bit of a cliffhanger...but if you think my OC's going anywhere this soon, not a chance! Now we'll get to see more of the individuals in the team and how they relate/react to Mikayla.

"Probably due to the concussion. Her pupils were reactive. I'll wake her up in a couple of hours. Now, let me take an x-ray of your lungs." Clint sighed, and to avoid the wrath of the red-haired assassin next to him who was shooting lasers from her emerald eyes, he reclined and allowed Bruce to perform the tests. "No damage, Clint."

Clint pulled the oxygen away and stated firmly, "I'm staying in here with her."

"As long as you keep the oxygen on, that's fine, but if you take it off before Bruce okays it, then I'm taking your place and you're going to go elsewhere."

Clint sighed in resignation. "Fine, Nat."

"Good boy," she patted the top of his head. "I'll go update the rest of the group." She spun on her heels and went out to the common area while Bruce remained behind to run blood tests.

"How are Lady Mikayla and her archer?" Thor had returned from Asgard.

"She's still unconscious, has a concussion, but appears otherwise to be fine. Clint is being his stubborn self. He's just dealing with smoke inhalation and is resting on oxygen."

"That's good news," Steve said. "Anything we can do?"

"Make sure Clint keeps his oxygen on until Bruce says otherwise. If he doesn't, he'll have to leave the med bay. Bruce said he'd try to wake Mikayla soon to make sure there's no additional damage."

Tony had ordered Friday to make coffee, figuring it would be a long night. He had gone upstairs to let Pepper know what was going on. Steve thoughtfully brought Natasha and Thor some coffee and sat down in an armchair. Thor was seated in a recliner, and Natasha was stretched out on the couch. The trio sat in silence, each lost in thought about the woman they considered the newest member of the team. She belonged on the team as much as Pepper and Jane did. Thor felt bad that he had left her house abruptly. He considered that to be rude and couldn't wait to apologize. Frigga had raised him to treat others with respect. He was looking forward to getting to know Lady Mikayla better. He knew Barton felt about her the way he felt about Jane. He was hurting for Clint as well. Steve was hurt whenever any of his teammates were hurt, and now there were two of them injured. Thankfully, though, neither appeared seriously hurt. He also was looking forward to getting to talk with Mikayla more. He saw how relaxed Clint was around her which brought back memories of Peggy. She had affected him like that. She also challenged him and helped him grow. Natasha's face was stoic, of course. No one could tell how she was feeling by looking at her face. Inside, she wasn't as calm. She knew her partner was going to be fine. It was his girlfriend she was concerned about. She didn't like the fact Mikayla wasn't waking up, no matter what Bruce said. She felt he was saying that to put Clint's mind at ease. Why her mind went to the worst possible thing that could happen when someone was injured, she didn't know. She suspected it was due to her upbringing and training, prepare for the worst, that way you're not surprised by what happens and if you prepare for the inevitable, you don't form attachments. Natasha knew it was a screwed-up way to live and was trying to change her attitude. She thought about the conversations she'd had with Mikayla and had seen her effect on her best friend. At his core, he seemed more at peace and calmer, but thankfully, still his sarcastic self. She was happy Mikayla had not tried to change him. Natasha had been worried if he met someone outside of SHIELD, the girl would try to make him quit and get a regular job. She had no idea where that came from either, but Mikayla let Clint be Clint, making it easier for Natasha to accept her. She could see Mikayla becoming a friend.

Back in the med bay, Clint had wheeled the portable oxygen tank over to Mikayla's beside and he was sitting on a stool, holding her hand. "Come on, Mikayla, babe. Wake up, please. I need you to wake up, Sharky.

"Sharky?" Bruce said softly.

"Forgot you were here," Clint looked over at him. "We played pool on our first date and it ended up a tie, so figured she was a pool shark." He put the oxygen mask back on and inhaled.

"Not how I heard it," Bruce smiled. "How's the breathing?"

"Much easier."

Bruce walked over and put a stethoscope to Clint's chest. He had Clint take some deep breaths and listened to his lungs. "You can put the oxygen mask down, but if you feel like you're struggling to breathe, promise me you'll put it back on."

"Scout's honor, Bruce." Bruce went to join the others in the common area and to update them on Clint's status. "OK, it's just you and me, babe. You've got to wake up. Who else is going to drive me crazy? Who else am I going to let call me RH or Archer Man and get away with it?" He looked down and realized her face was dirty from the fire and smoke. He got up and found a washcloth, took it to the sink to wet it, came back, and started wiping her face. "You realize you're still the most beautiful sight I've seen." He noticed her legs were covered in soot and smoke remnants as well, so he started washing those, then moved up to her arms. When he finished, he placed the washcloth on a counter, propped his arms on the bed rails, and laid his head on top of his arms to watch her. He knew this was when his patience would pay off. He could sit like this for hours. It was nothing new to him. The only thing new was the reason for it. After at least an hour, he sat up to stretch out his neck and back. Mikayla looked so peaceful. The only thing that would make it better would be if she would stir, make any movement. He put his arms and head back down on the railing and began softly humming what had become their song. When he got to the chorus, he found himself softly singing, "If you're lost you can look and you will find me, time after time. If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting." He continued repeating the song. On the third round, he thought he saw some movement, so he sang it again a little louder. "If you're lost you can look and you will find me, time after time. If you fall, I will catch you – "