This takes place during Age of Ultron, the precise moment of the movie is when Sokovia is flying away.
"I'm clear over here." Clint says into his com. Slightly out of breath from all the fighting.
"Not clear. Definitely not clear." Steve shouts out. By the sound of it, Steve is mid-fight.
"Okay I'll be right over." Clint says calmly and starts to run to the other end of the island, hoping to find his teammates on the way.
He turns a bend on the road and doesn't realize the car coming straight towards him until it's too late.
The impact is jarring. He flies off the windshield as the car jerks to a halt and is thrown onto the unforgiving asphalt.
He hears cracks in his side as he lays there, waiting for the pain to recede before getting up.
A middle aged women hops out of the dusty grey car and runs out. She's obviously scared and It's Clint's job to reassure her that everything's fine. He has to get her to a helicarrier.
"I'm so sorry, are you alright?" She starts stuttering and Clint stops her. "It's fine, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, let me help you to medical aid." He grunts quietly and stifles as yelp as pain laces through his torso as he goes to stand up.
"Here, follow me." He says, limping slightly. His hip feels wrong, it hurts and Clint is barely stopping himself from collapsing.
Clint leads and the lady follows. When the helicarrier comes into view, the woman runs towards a man there and they reunite, hugging and crying in fear and joy.
Clint turns around right into Steve. "Oh uhhh…sorry Steve." Clint says, still masking the pain. Steve knows something is wrong, especially when Clint turns on his heel and almost collapses.
Steve catches him by wrapping his long and strong arms around the man's chest. Clint shouts in pain before leading into a coughing fit.
"Clint? Are you okay? What even happened?" Steve says, lowering Clint to the ground, supporting his head gently when the man doesn't react. His eyes are clenched shut and he's breathing heavily through the pain.
"Got hit…by a car." Clint grounds out. The pain recedes over the next minute and Clint relaxes, accepting the dull throb in his torso. Despite the situation, Steve can't hold back a laugh. "How the heck do you manage to get hit by a car while on a floating island in the middle of a mission?"
Clint chuckles, stopping short when his ribs are jarred, and responds. "I've had worse in funnier situations." Steve laughs at that, trying to imagine alternative situations from other missions where he wasn't there.
"Think I broke some ribs." He says. Steve leans over and prods at Clint's right side. Clint jerks away with a yelp.
"Jesus Steve. Give a man a warning." Clint practically growls.
"Sorry sorry. Look, I have to get you to help. Can you walk?" Stev asks, already helping Clint into a standing position.
"Somethings wrong with my hip though. Right one." Clint balances on his left foot.
"I'll have Bruce take a look at it. What do you think is wrong with it?" Steve asks, knowing that Clint's opinion is probably correct.
Clint sucks in a breath as he puts pressure on his right leg. "Crap. It's definitely dislocated. We gotta get Bruce to pop it back in."
"Natasha is Bruce out of hulk form?" Steve asks into the comm.
"Yeah he's right next to me, why?" Natasha answers pretty quickly.
"I need him to pop my hip back in." Clint jumps in. "Don't be mad." He adds after once he realizes that he's talking with Natasha.
They hear Natasha sigh on the other end. She relays the information to Bruce, who's right next to her. They could hear him sigh too. Clint winces in apology. "Sorry…" he breathes out.
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They find an open area but both Clint and Bruce know that they can't relocate his hip without putting him under sedation. The muscle spasms are too strong and Bruce usually puts Clint to sleep, so his muscles calm down. This gives space for the bone to go back into the groove.
It's about an hour later when they are able to get their hands on sedation. None of the shield doctors find the time to help Clint. They barely look up from the patient that they're treating. Bruce growls in frustration because no one was paying attention to him.
Clint is pale and sweating. He is practically leaning over Natasha for support. His breathing has become wheezy and breathless, mouth partly open with the effort. His right leg is limp and dragging behind him.
Clint is lowered on a cot with a wince. His leg is numb from the loss of blood flow. He can't feel anything above his right shin. The feeling is slowly spreading upwards.
"Can't feel much…doc…" Clint pants out breathlessly.
Bruce rushes to the stolen med pack that he managed to steal from a nurse that was walking around aiding people. "I know Clint, just relax and don't fight the unconsciousness. You're clear of concussion so you can go to sleep." He says quickly.
Clint tries, trust me he really does, but the adrenaline keeps him awake and his eyes stay open. "Can't sleep." He mumbles quietly. Embarrassed to admit it.
"It's okay, I thought that would happen. I got a sedative right here, we need your muscles to relax before the joint can go back in place. Can I give it to you?" Bruce says. Grabbing a syringe from his back and a bottle of liquids. He fills it to a certain point before tapping all of the air bubbles out.
Clint nods. He could practically feel his hip swelling and his torso was killing him. It hurt to breathe and a couple times, he stopped breathing for a couple of seconds to let the pain pass.
As Bruce comes closer, Clint can't help but flinch back from the needle. Natasha holds his hand and Bruce takes a hold on Clint's arm. The needle sinks into his skin and the liquid rushes into the bloodstream. Clint can't stop the impending panic. As the grogginess fills in his mind, his eyes go wide and his breathing speeds up. Blinking rapidly in hope to clear the black spots in his vision.
"Clint? Calm down. Listen to my voice and count down from ten. Okay?" Natasha jumps in, hoping to calm his jittery nerves.
"Ten, nine, eight…seven…six…f-five…" his eyes start to droop and his speaking slows down. "…four…thr…three…" he pauses for a while. But determination drives him to finish. "Two…n'one." He breathes out a chuckle and smirks. He rolls his head towards Natasha. "Fin…ished." He blinks slowly. Almost like an owl. His eyes almost don't open up.
Clint tries to blink again but this time, his eyes don't have the energy. They stay closed and his breathing rate slows as he drifts further into the deep sleep.
Once Bruce is sure that Clint is sleeping he takes hold of his right leg, hoping that the muscles and tendons have stopped spasming and have moved out of the way for the joint to be exposed.
Bruce presses his hands deeply into Clint's hip, feeling the skin for abnormal feelings of loose bone or ligaments.
"I think he's good, it's a clean dislocation." Bruce says after a minute of observation.
With a strong grip on the thigh, Bruce pushes the bone back in place. The preceding click is loud. Bruce sighs in relief, happy it took only one time.
Next, Bruce sets to wrapping Clint's ribs. But first, he prods Clint's torso to get a verdict. Without the proper machinery, it makes the process harder. The bottom six ribs on his right side are broken and the two above it are cracked. Underneath the uniform, Clint's entire torso is bruised with purple and bluish shades. Natasha sucks in her breath when she sees it. "Geez." She says under her breath.
Bruce examines the skin closer and notes that Clint's lung is probably slightly bruised also, from the ribs pressing against it. "It might take a while for that to heal." He says after pointing it out to Natasha.
Bruce takes out the bandages and starts wrapping Clint's torso, tying them tightly in order to prevent movement from the bones.
Natasha smirks to herself, he's gonna be in pain when he wakes up. And with the pain come drugs. Good drugs.
Thanks so much for waiting so long. This chapter took a while to write.
Anyways, thanks to Katie MacAlpine and jamiehernandez8888 for reviewing!
Katie MacAlpine: Yes, we will literally be so renner high 😂
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