And here's the next chapter. Thanks for the reviews! I love that song, too, Katie. It seemed to fit them when I started writing this story. Will she be moving into the tower? You'll have to wait and see, but who better to protect her than Earth's Mightiest Heroes? Also, leaving this on a little cliffhanger. Feel free to leave your guesses as to who the mean, vicious, evil bomber(s) is/are?

"I will be waiting." He heard a slight whisper, looked down, and saw her lips moving.

"Mikayla? Can you hear me?"

"Told you…will be…waiting…flyboy."

"You're awake, hallelujah," Clint rejoiced. He took her hand and kissed it. "Hold on, let me get Bruce."

"Don't…leave," Mikayla struggled to whisper.

"Friday, send Bruce in here," Clint asked.

"Right away, Mr. Barton.

Bruce hurried into the room, with the rest of the team on his heels. He motioned for them to stop before entering but they ignored him and followed him into the med bay.

"Mikayla? How are you feeling? Are you hurting anywhere?" Bruce asked as he shined a light into her eyes.

"Head…sore throat." She answered in a raspy voice.

"Anywhere else?"

"No…just…breathing…"

"I'll increase your oxygen, which will help with the breathing. Your throat is sore from the smoke you inhaled, which is what's also affecting your breathing. Clint found you in your bathtub, so I'm assuming you hit your head." She nodded. Bruce went over to the counter and looked at the lab results. "Your bloodwork looks fine and you don't have pain anywhere else, so you don't appear to have any internal injuries. I'll keep you in here the rest of the night to monitor you, to confirm everything's all right. After that – "

"We'll move her to my room," Clint interrupted determinedly. Mikayla suddenly started gagging and began vomiting. Clint jumped back, and Bruce swiftly came over and held up Mikayla's head so she wouldn't choke, and Clint held her hair away from her face. When she was finished, Bruce gently laid her head back down. Clint grabbed the washcloth from the counter and cleaned her up. "Got any extra clothes around here?" He turned back to Mikayla. "We're going to get you better. That's par for the course with concussions. I've had enough of them to know." While they were getting Mikayla situated, Natasha went and got some clothes, bringing them back and laying them at the end of the bed. "Try and get some rest. I'll be right here. I'm not going anywhere."

She nodded and placed a pale hand over his tanned one. "RH?" He leaned down so she wouldn't have to strain her throat. "Thanks…for…finding…me."

He kissed her on her forehead. She soon fell asleep. Everyone except Clint and Natasha left to try and get some rest. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "She's going to be okay, Tasha. She's going to make it." His partner saw his worry lines begin to fade again.

"I figured she would. She's dating you, Barton. She's got to be pretty tough."

"Ha, ha." Clint grew serious. "Why would anyone do this? She doesn't have any enemies. Everyone she meets adores her."

"Clint?" She hesitated a beat before continuing. "Maybe someone found out she's Coulson's niece and is looking for revenge? Or found out she's dating you and is out to get you or the team?"

Clint thought for a bit, the lines on his forehead deepening again. "The only person outside the team that knows about us is her best friend, Misty. I don't even want to think about who's out to get us. That's too many people and organizations to comprehend, Nat. I mean, how many people have I sent to prison, or worse, in my career?"

Natasha put a hand on his arm to steady him. "Clint, you can't think like that. You can't let your personal life affect your job. You won't be any good if you worry about how the job could creep into your personal life. Take Tony, for example. He and Pepper have been together for a while, but he still goes about his job. Barton, before you go off the deep end, let's dial it back a bit. We need to look at security cameras around the area, see if we can catch who tossed the bomb and how they got it there. It's a penthouse suite, you can't exactly walk up to the windows and toss it in. Friday?"

"Yes, Miss Romanoff?"

"Can you pull up cameras from the area of Mikayla's apartment, please?"

"Of course, just a moment." Natasha walked over to the computer screen and waited for Friday to download the various camera feeds. While waiting, Clint changed Mikayla's clothing. "I'm sending traffic cameras along with business views, Miss Romanoff."

"Thanks." Natasha watched as multiple views of the apartment appeared on the screen. "Clint? Look at this." He came over and looked over Natasha's shoulder. "Here." She pointed to a shot that showed Mikayla's apartment. "Is that someone on the roof?"

Clint leaned it. "Yep…and there they go down the wall, sever the fire escape, toss something through the window, then go back up the wall and disappear…there's Mikayla, looking through the window then running back…and there's the explosion." The duo turned their heads back towards Mikayla, who was still sleeping. "Damn, if she would've stayed there any longer…"

"But she didn't, Clint. She's smart and resourceful. Not everyone would think to jump in the tub. She didn't panic, kept her cool, and did the one thing that probably saved her life. You're dating one tough cookie."

"Tell me about it, she's probably tougher than I am."

"Wouldn't doubt it."

"I need to get over there, see what I can find on the roof."

"Clint, let the investigators do their job."

"Nat, who better than to investigate a rooftop than me? I've spent half my life on roofs and viewing situations from high vantage points. Do me a favor? Stay here with her, let her know I'll be back as soon as I can?"

"I will." She watched Clint leave the med bay, then went and sat down next to Mikayla. "I'm glad you woke up. That big lug really loves you. He looks at you with those puppy dog eyes of his. It's cute, actually, but it's effective." Natasha heard a noise, looked toward the door, and saw Steve standing there.

"How is she?"

"Sleeping now. Bruce will be in to wake her up in an hour or so."

He looked around the room. "Where's Clint?"

"I had Friday pull video camera feeds. One of them showed someone coming from the roof to throw the bomb into the apartment and disable the fire escape. He's going to check it out."

"Makes sense. Need a break?"

"I'm good right now, thanks."

"Can I get you anything?"

A voice murmured from the bed. "Cheeseburger."

They grinned. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Steve asked as he leaned over the bed rail.

"Chest a little sore…headache and throat better. Where's Clint?"

"Went to go check something out at your apartment," Nat said.

The door opened as Bruce and Thor appeared. "Lady Mikayla!" Thor had finally learned to use his inside voice and not his booming voice that could shatter glass. "It's good to see you more awake, fair one."

Bruce approached her bed. "How's our patient?"

"Better, thanks," she replied, her voice still a little above a whisper but sounding stronger. "And no more hurling," Steve reported to Bruce what she had told them.

"Your chest hurting is to be expected. You inhaled a lot of smoke, but it will pass. I'm glad your headache's better. Let me look at your eyes." He shined a penlight into each of them. "Good, they're responding as they should. I don't see any reason to keep you here in this uncomfortable bed. Tony had a suite set up for you next to Clint's. If you'd like, we can wheel you up there, change your oxygen mask to a nasal cannula. I made sure there's an oxygen tank in the room."

"Thanks."

"No need for a wheelchair, allow me." Thor approached the bed and gently picked up Mikayla. "I shall be honored to take the fair Mikayla to her room." Before anyone could stop him, he was out the door and on the way to the elevator.

"Well, guess that's settled," Bruce said. "Friday, set up the monitors and alarms in Mikayla's room, please?"

"Of course, Dr. Banner."

"Well, our work here is done," Bruce said. "I'll be up in a while to make sure she's okay."

"I told Clint I'd keep an eye on her," Natasha said.

"And I'm keeping an eye on Natasha," Steve added, not wanting to feel left out.

"Guys, we need to talk," Clint growled as he burst into the med bay. "Where's Mikayla?"

Nat answered. "Thor took her up to a suite after she woke up. Don't worry, it's right next to yours."

He nodded. "Might want to get Tony for this. I'm fairly sure I know the son of a bitch who's responsible."

"Please tell me it's not an alien or a robot, I've had my fill of those," Steve pleaded.

"Nope, someone very human, using the term loosely, anyway," Clint grunted. The group made their way to the common area and Bruce had Friday contact Tony and Thor.

"Here you are, Mikayla," Thor said as he gently laid her down on the bed. "If there is any other way I can be of service, please let me know."

She put a hand on his arm, which measured out to at least both of Clint's and then some. "Thanks, Thor. I'm fine now." He heard Friday summon him downstairs. "I'll sleep for now." She slid down further into the bed.

He tucked the covers around her. "I will let the archer know you are safe and well," he said and then left. 'I'm surprised he didn't offer to fluff my pillow,' she thought to herself and drifted off to sleep.

The group was downstairs seated in the living room. Thor and Bruce were on each end of the couch, Natasha was sitting on the floor in front of the center of the couch, Steve and Tony each took an armchair, and Clint was pacing around the room holding two arrows in one hand and trying not to pull his hair out with the other one.

"Okay, what did you find?" Tony asked.

"This," he said, holding out one of the arrows.

"An arrow?" Steve said. "I'm guessing by the look on your face that's not one of yours."

"Nope. Here's one of mine, put them side by side and you can tell the difference. This one is crudely made, fabricated from parts of different arrows, different metals. I found it on the rooftop."

"Left as a message?" Natasha asked, taking the arrows from him, and inspecting them, automatically recognizing which one was Clint's, and which one was the mystery arrow.

"That or carelessly dropped."

"You said you thought you knew who did this," Bruce reminded him.