Okay. So, the story I wrote was deleted. I didn't mean to and I didn't have control over it. I was proud of my work too! So I apologize ahead of time if this is too short. I'm so mad though! And, I lost my favorite ring that my grandmother gave me. Yeah, I had a great day. Anyways, here we go.
Clint was shivering, he stopped feeling his hands and feet long ago. He was locked in some type of freezer room with the temperature on max, and it still has yet to warm up. Right now, Clint was huddled in the corner, trying to gain any body heat left. He prays that the team finds him soon, he doesn't think he'll last much longer.
God must've answered his prayer because the Avengers back at the tower finally manage to ping Clint's location. There was a red dot in the middle of the map that Tony had projected onto the TV. "Let's go get our archer," Tony smirks and calls his suit towards him.
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The team comes to the room with the steel door. "It says he's int here," Tony says matter of factly. Natasha gestures to Steve and then the door, and he picks up his shield to start slamming on the door handle, hopes in his mind to open the door.
After a couple of tries, the handle pops off and they could reach the lock mechanism inside. With a click, the door opens up, blasting the team with a chilled current. Natasha is the first to notice her friend huddled in the corner. In a blur of red, she's by his side tapping his cheek in hopes to get a reaction.
Clint's lips are blue and his skin is deathly pale. After feeling his thready heartbeat to confirm he was still alive, she listens to his breathing. Noticing the wheeziness to it. She grimly wipes the frost out of his hair.
Bruce silently asks Tony to scan Clint, especially for his body temperature. Tony gasps. "What the heck? His body temperature is 77 degrees. How the hell is he still alive?"
"I don't know, but we need to get him out of here," Bruce states, helping Natasha lift Clint's limp weight up. Bruce takes note of the lack of reaction.
Together, they manage to drag Clint to the jet and place him on a bed, none too gracefully. They almost dropped him multiple times.
After doing anything they could as attempts to warm him up, including putting three thick blankets on him and putting hot packs on the most sensitive parts of his body like the inside of the thighs and his forehead, they received a groan. He mumbles inaudible words. "G'off" He says, even louder than before. "Clint?" Steve asks. Hope swelling inside of him.
"St'v" Clint's blue lips have gained some color and his skin is starting to blush again. "s'hot. Too...hot" Clint pants the last part out and struggles to push off the blankets. Bruce stops him by putting a hand on Clint's chest. "Clint? You need to stop. You're not hot, it's your body temperature." Tony jumps in and informs him that Clint is now 87 degrees, and still rising.
Clint's glassy eyes are unfocused, but they stare in the general direction of where he wants. "Hey..." Clint breathes out. "Y'guys act'ly... came?" Clint practically collapses back onto his pillow in relief.
"M'tired. n'hot." Clint's words are still slurring together, which is concerning. But they're not paying attention to that just yet, everyone is just happy that their friend is alive.
"Go to bed Clint," Natasha says calmly. "I'll be here when you wake up." Clint's eyes drift shut before she even finishes that sentence.
True to Nat's word, she's there when he opens his eyes groggily a couple of hours later in a hospital bed. An itchy iv in the back of his hand and a thick medical blanket across his chest. "Hey..." He rasps out.
Natasha looks up, not even noticing that he was awake. "You shouldn't be talking just yet, Bruce says you've got a bad case of pneumonia. You're throat's gonna be sore for the next couple of days." She winces in sympathy and hands him a cup of water. "Slowly." She warns
Steve walks in because Nat's shift is over. "Oh. Hey Clint," He smiles. "Glad to see you awake soldier." He sits at the foot of Clint's bed, mindful of his feet, and they start small chatter with each other.
Oh my god, it's so short and it's killing me. It's okay though. I have a huge test tomorrow and I hope I pass. It just really hit me that I'm like seven days behind. Whoops, I haven't yet had a chance to fully catch up.
Anyways, Thanks Katie MacAlpine reviewing, it literally makes my day when I see that email.
More chapters soon to come, hopefully, I'll have two tomorrow.