This takes place shortly after the first Avengers movie. After Coulson's death.

There was a scuffle of noise and movement before Clint saw him. Barney was walking in front of an explosion. Except Clint didn't know it was him. Without a hint of delay, his arrow was released. Only then did Clint realize that he just shot his own brother.

Clint jumps out of the tree and runs over to his side. The arrow is a clean shot through the chest, but Barney saw it coming. It barely missed his heart, somehow Barney was still alive.

"Barn what're you doing here? You're not supposed to be here." Clint says this. He applies pressure to the wound with shaky hands. Barney groans. "Ugghh…Clint?"

He coughs wetly and blood spews onto his lips. "Thought it was…you" Barney gasps in pain. "Clint, my men are gonna come… l-looking for me. G'way 'n get outta…here." Barney stutters weakly.

Clint feels the tear drip down his cheeks. "No no, I'm not leaving you Barney. I'm so sorry. I didn't want this to happen, I didn't realize it was you." His blood was now covering Clint's hands. Staining his shirt. He can see Barney get weaker, the life leaving his eyes.

"No!" Clint shouts. He sobs in despair. Grief took over his body. Barney's breathing slows down and there is blood bubbling in his throat.

Out of the corner of his eye, Clint sees Steve come out of the bushes with his shield raised. He sees the scene and runs towards Clint, thinking the person on the ground is Natasha.

His heart goes out to the grieving man. Clint is sobbing now and is clutching Barney's jacket with his life. "Barney please. Please…don't leave…Please." Clint manages to say between gasps for air. "Don't go…you're all I have left"

Steve lays a hand on his shaking shoulder. Clint doesn't even react.

…

Natasha comes through the tree line and sees Clint kneeled over this random man.

She hears his muttering and manages to pick up one word. Barney. "Shit." She whispers angrily.

Steve looks at her questioningly. "Who is that?" He asks quietly. Natasha swears again. "His brother." Steve's eyes bulge.

"He has a brother? That's his brother? Oh my god, his brother's dead." Realization dawns on Steve. Then he notices the arrow shaft. "Crap, he killed his brother."

It settles as a heavy weight on them.

Thor shouts into the coms. "Victory has been won my friends. The enemy is retreating!" Steve quietly tells the team to meet them here. They need to calm Clint down.

…

The whole team is gathered around Clint, trying to get him out of his grief filled haze. Clint's sobbing has left him as a tired, shaking, crying mess. Natasha kneels down and wraps her arms around him. His bloodshot eyes and bloody, shaking hands make him look worse. He turns into her and tucks his head into his shoulder. Not even seconds later, his shirt is wet with tears.

"I killed him Tash." Clint mumbles eventually. "I didn't mean to. I didn't know it was him." Clint sounds pitifully guilty and it breaks her heart. She knows he's gonna think about this for the rest of his life.

There are gun shots from in the forest and the whole team jerks their heads to that direction. "We have to get out of here." Steve says. Clint holds back a cry when he is picked up and pulled away from his brother's body.

…

On the jet ride back, Everyone keeps glancing at Clint. He's huddled in the back on his seat. His knees are held to his chest and his head is resting on his knees.

Steve pity's him. He couldn't even think to imagine the pain that Clint's in.

Clint's quiet. It's so uncharacteristic for him that the team is starting to worry for him, even Tony. The jet lands and the doors open, Clint is gone without a word. Natasha hurries to find him, he can't handle another death. Not after Coulson was only a couple short months ago. He just got off suicide watch with her.

…

She finds him sleeping in the vents above Coulson's old office. He's curled in on himself again. She sighs and shakes him awake.

"Clint wake up. I can't drag your heavy ass back to your room."

Clint wakes up groggily and nods silently. His eyes are dried, having cried all of the tears he had left.

"Tasha I can't keep doing this." He says hoarsely. Natasha knew this was coming.

"Yes you can. You can quit your job but don't quit on life. I need you here." She holds his hand. "I love you. I can't stand to see you leave."

Clint smiles wetly, tears returning. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, wetting his uniform.

Together they leave the vents and Natasha walks him to his room, where she had secretly installed cameras. Suicide watch is nothing to joke about to her.

Clint trudges into the room and promptly falls asleep on his bed. Only to wake up an hour later with a scream.

He groans in frustration, this is going to be happening for a while.

…

It's been four days and Clint is literally dead on his feet. He stumbles around the hallways and his eyes close. He yawns a lot and still doesn't talk. The bags under his eyes are stark against his pale skin. The team pities him.

…

"Clint what flavor?" Steve shouts from the kitchen. Clint shrugs when he looks up from his bow. He was cleaning it for the fifth time this week.

"Pepperoni? Cheese? Hawaiian?" Steve starts listing off flavors. Clint says no to each one until Steve says "Pepper, Mushroom, Onion?" Clint smirks. "Yeah." He says quietly.

Steve quietly congratulates himself for making Clint happy.

Half an hour later, the team is seated at the table eating pizza.

Clint feels the eyes on him but doesn't realize why they are staring at him until he starts feeling woozy. He places the pizza slice back on the plate, closing his eyes.

"You guys drugged me?" He asks them. The tone in his voice makes them all feel guilty.

He starts feeling lightheaded and stands up from his chair, trying to run away and escape it. When suddenly his legs fail him and he collapses. He would've hit the floor if it weren't for strong arms holding him up. "It's okay Clint, you needed it. Accept the feeling, go to sleep." Steve's soothing voice reaches his ears and he's forced to obey.

…

"The drugs wore off hours ago. That means he's just sleeping." Bruce says, surprised. Clint's been asleep for almost ten hours, resting peacefully on the couch. Bruce supplied an IV for nutrients, just to be safe. They weren't sure how much Clint was actually eating.

Clint came to groggily. He felt well rested and actually fully recharged for the first time in what felt like weeks. Clint sits up and looks around. Once he realizes that he's on the couch, memories from last night came back to him. Or, he thinks it was last night.

Steve walks in and is surprised to see Clint awake. "Clint, glad to see you awake. It's been…" He checks his watch. "Thirty one...two...thirty two hours." Clint gapes at him.

With a look of disgust, the IV is out of his hand. That's when Natasha comes in. She sighs in relief. "I was starting to get worried there, hawkguy." He chuckles at the nickname.

Shoutouts to Katie Mac Alpine, Amie88, and PotatoCheeseCat for reviewing.

Katie MacAlpine: I don't mind at all with your comments being at Clint's POV. I like seeing how other authors think. I enjoy you showing that you're actually into the story too.

PotatoCheeseCat: This literally made me "aww" in my room when I read this.