"God Dammit Clint!" Steve shouts. "This is the second time in the last month! You can't stop being late to battle. You signed up for this, you signed the contract promising that you'll always come to battle on time and fight you best. It's why you're an avenger god Dammit."

Tony can't stop watching the scene in front of him, no one can. No one on the team has ever seen Steve this hostile towards his own teammate. And everyone is too scared to interfere.

Clint is standing helplessly against the wall that Steve had pushed him against earlier. His eyes are blurry and unfocused, not that Steve noticed.

"Who do you choose to fight with? Us or shield? Let me guess, shield?" Steve won't stop. It doesn't matter though, Clint can't hear him.

Clint's vision is going in and out, and his hearing is doing the same thing. He can practically hear his heartbeat and he realizes sluggishly that it's beating too fast. His breathing is too slow and he recognizes these symptoms immediately. "Shit…" he manages to mumble out. He can't do this, not right now in front of the team.

Clint pushes himself off of the wall and stumbles away, trying to get out. He only gets a couple steps before his vision blacks out and he thuds against the floor. Natasha runs over, concern for her partner taking over. She bites back a scream when he starts seizing and shaking on the floor.

Steve gasps and stumbles a couple steps backwards. His hands start shaking and then Steve runs out of the room, this is all his fault.

…

Natasha pushes him onto his side and bile rolls out of his mouth and down the side of his cheek. Natasha's mental timer is almost reaching three minutes.

She knows he can't go over five minutes. "C'mon Clint, snap out of it." She starts mumbling to herself.

The timer in her head reaches five minutes and she rips out her phone, getting ready to call emergency services, but then he stops. The seizing and shaking stops abruptly and Clint falls limp on the floor. At five minutes and sixteen seconds Clint passes out and Natasha leans over him in relief. "Clint?" She pats his cheek.

Bruce leans in with her and checks Clint's pulse, relieved to find it particularly steady. "It's gonna take a while for him to wake up, that was a bad seizure. I'm not sure about the cause though. Probably a really major concussion." Bruce opens Clint's eyes with his hands and winces when he sees the super dilated pupils. "His eyes will be sensitive to light for a little bit." Together, Bruce and Natasha pick Clint up and drag him to the couch.

"Tony, go and get Steve." Bruce orders. "Thor, you should go with him." Just in case they start fighting. Those words go unsaid. Thor and Tony leave the room, casting a longing eye back to Clint before walking to the training room.

…

Clint groans but is cut off by his dry throat so it just comes out as a choked cough. His eyes slide open but squeeze shut. Natasha notices this and is quick to dim the lights. He sighs in relief when the stabbing pain behind his eyes recedes a little bit.

"Clint? Are you okay?" Natasha asks quickly. She drops to her knees gracefully and leans her head into his field of vision.

"Hmmm?" He licks his lips a couple times before trying to talk. "Fine." He is cut off quickly and winces as he rubs his neck with his hands.

"Don't talk if it hurts." She says, knowing he probably won't listen.

"No Tash, it's fine." His voice is raspy and sounds unused. But he holds out his hand expecting help from Natasha to get him standing.

"No Clint, you probably have a serious concussion. Bad enough to make you have a seizure." She says quickly, practically pushing him back onto the couch through fear and concern for him.

Clint winces and rubs the back of his neck. Natasha sees his secrecy and embarrassment and asks "What?"

"Well you see…umm…I'm uhh…." Natasha cuts off his blabbering. "What is it Clint?"

He takes a deep breath. "Im epileptic. One of my triggers is head injuries, but they also happen on their own." He rushes all of his words out of his mouth.

Natasha gasps. "And you never told me!" She practically growls.

"No. Look Tasha, Phil found out and I made him promise not to tell you. It was too much to handle with so many people knowing but now…now Phil's dead and-and he helped me through the worst ones and now I-I-I have no one." Natasha's heart breaks at his confession. "Clint, you still have me."

Clint leans back onto his pillow. "Did the whole team see it?" He asks quietly.

"Uhh yeah. Just about. Except Steve but he thinks that this was his entire fault." She answers back.

"Crap." He says bluntly.

"Clint?" Clint jumps when Steve's voice sounds from the entrance of the room.

Steve smiles and walks in. "Hey umm…I heard the whole thing from when I was down the hallway. I'm sorry." He locks eyes with Clint. Clint can see the pure fear and guilt in his eyes and it would just feel wrong to not accept his apology. "It's fine Steve, it's not your fault anyways."

Steve nods. "I'm happy I know now, we can help you just like Phil did." Steve knows he hit a nerve when Clint's face changes immediately. His eyes unfocus slightly as he gets lost in thoughts.

No one can replace Phil. That one thought is racing through his mind.

"Oh…I'm umm…sorry." Steve manages to stutter out.

"It's fine Steve." He says roughly.

…

It's been about two weeks since the incident and everyone has forgotten it. Or at least Clint has. He's not sure about everyone else.

"Everyone get suited up, there's a battle we need to fight on Main Street." Steve shouts. He was just watching the news, and then he looked out the window and down the street. Where he saw aliens with lasers shooting at civilians, who were running away screaming.

…

Clint whips out his bow and starts shooting every alien that he sees. He was located at the top of a building with minimal enemies when it all changed and there were like thirty of them taking him on. He was doing pretty well and had already probably killed about 10 and had 5 laying on the ground injured. When suddenly he was tackled by the back.

A grey and slightly slimy hand gripped around his throat, choking him. He gasped and jerked under the hold. His body was dragged upwards to the aliens height, it left his feet scrambling for a hold beneath him, which were about 4 inches off the ground.

Clint's hands tried to break the alien's hand by pulling the fingers apart but he was growing weak and his vision was going black. He chokes out a grunt and gasps in his last breath of air before the hand closes his airway fully. His hands go limp and fall by his sides. Just when Clint thinks he's going to die, he is thrown to the ground and slides to the building edge, hitting the stone wall behind him.

He is still choking on the fresh air when the alien traps a hold of his back and flings him into the air, catching him and holding Clint in a position to block all of his movement.

Clint doesn't become aware of anything until he hears Tony's voice.

"Put him down. Now!" Tony shouts.

Clint realizes that he's being carried. At first he thinks it's Steve but he knows Steve wouldn't make him as uncomfortable as this. Clint looks up at the grey face with huge black eyes and starts struggling. He's immediately thrown to the ground and stepped on.

The foot, which was on top of his stomach, scoots closer to his throat until it's crushing it yet again. His legs scramble uselessly and the veins pop out of his neck and his face starts turning red. His hands grasp the ankle of the boot and try uselessly to push it off.

"You, in the stars, killed my sister earlier. I had to hold her dying body as you then proceeded to kill my father. I will kill each and every one of you men, and lady, until I get my revenge." He says in a smooth tone.

Steve looks stricken. He steps forward. "Fine, just take your foot off of his throat."

The alien's face morphs into something that resembles a smirk. His hard boot is lifted and Clint gasps in air choking when he is grabbed by his chest and is pulled upwards. His legs barely support him and the only thing holding up his battered body is the alien's strong grip on him.

Clint feels the alien bend over and then Steve shouts at him. "No! Clint, duck!" Duck? Where? Clint barely has time to register what came out of Steve's mouth before a sharp pain that makes him yelp engulfs the whole side of his head. After that, it's just black.

…

What Steve Saw:

…

Steve is scrambling for ideas, anything to get the alien thing in front of him to drop his teammate.

The alien bends over and picks up a large chunk of cement. Steve pieces together what it is planning. "No!" Then he warns Clint. "Clint, duck!" Clint doesn't even seem to hear him. Just staring blankly at him with slightly closed eyes.

The cement block in the large grey hand was slammed into the side of Clint's head, bits of gravel breaking off and falling to the ground. Clint shouts in pain and immediately falls to the ground unconscious, blood trickling down his temple. Steve hears Natasha gasp behind him.

Steve growls and advances.

The alien pulls out a weapon with a laser shooter and aims it at Steve. One good shot managed to get released before Bruce, who just so happened to be walking up on the scene quietly from the back, hulked out and crushed the poor alien. Steve fell to his knees with a grun when the laser burned his side.

Natasha kneels next to him. "You good?" Steve nods. "Yeah, just a burn. Clint's more important." Natasha agrees and helps Steve up, supporting him enough to hobble over to Clint's prone figure before both of them fall under Steve's weight.

Clint's eyes are already opening slightly. The blood had gathered on the tar beneath him.

"Clint?" She questions when she sees his mouth open partly, as if he's gonna speak, before it closes. "Gonna…s-seizure." He manages to grunt out before his eyes squeeze shut in pain and he passes out with the jerky motions.

Steve's eyes widen and he starts panicking. Clint's head jerks up and locks his neck before slamming his head back into the hard rock beneath him with a crack. Steve winces in pain. "Oh my god." Steve whispers, witnessing the severity of the seizure first hand.

Natasha knows that Steve can handle it, pride swelling in her teammate when she sees him swiftly pull off his shirt and stuff it neatly under Clint's head.

She quickly runs over Hulk, who roars at her presence. "It's okay Hulk, the suns gettin' real low. Isn't it buddy? It's getting real, real low." Hulk's rage seems to diminish as he sways on his feet. Before collapsing on the ground with a loud thud and the green skin and large build starts to swell down and it leaves Bruce laying there, naked as the day he was born.

Bruce glances tiredly at Natasha as she helps him up. "Wha's happenin'" he slurs out.

"Clint's seizing." Natasha says.

Bruce becomes more alert as time passes and glances towards Clint, who is still shaking and jerking under Steve's concerned eye. At some point while Natasha lost focus he must've bit his tongue because there was more blood dripping into the puddle below his head out of his mouth.

The red lines pooled over his mouth and Natasha could hear the gurgling at the back of his throat of him choking on it. Steve must hear this too and quickly rolls Clint over in order to release the trapped fluids. Natasha winces at the amount of blood that falls out of his mouth.

Bruce seems to snap back to reality at the sight and is immediately searching Clint's mouth for the cut, easily seeing the chunk, yet another, missing from his tongue.

"I swear to god his tongue is like Swiss cheese." Bruce mutters. Natasha can't hold back a laugh. "I've always wondered why it was like that too. I guess he's just bitten through it too many times. I always thought it was his anxiety. He bites his tongue a lot." She says to Bruce and he nods mutely.

About a minute later Clint stops and by then, Thor had landed nearby and rushed over. "How is friend Barton?"

"He stopped seizing so that's good we just have to wait for him to wake up." Bruce says to him. "We can move him now too."

Thor lifts Clint up into the bridal hold and carries him to the jet that they arrived in. They lay him on the bed for further examination.

Natasha helps Steve up and he uses her as a crutch and walks behind the team with a wince plastered on his face.

That's when Clint begins to wake up. He groans and reaches his hand up to his temple. He flinches back when Bruce grabs his wrist to stop him. "Nono don't touch your head, I understand it hurts." Bruce says soothingly.

"Ph'l?" He slurs out, his lips don't even move. He just breathes out the sound. Bruce freezes. "Umm…no. It's Bruce."

Clint pauses. "Whaaa…?" He looks so utterly confused that Bruce has to wave Natasha over to calm him down.

"Clint, Phil's not here right now. It's me Natasha." Clint's eyes are blurry. "Oh…" he trails off.

"Where is he?" Clints not letting go of this conversation.

"He's on a mission." Natasha says. "He'll be here when you are up next." Clint looks around the room and notices the concerned faces of his teammates. "No he's not…what? He's…Phil…" Natasha can see him piecing the puzzle pieces together but before he can, she interrupts.

"Clint just to sleep. He'll be here when you wake up." Clint looks at her with teary eyes.

"But…but Phil?" His eyes are already drooping though and his words are getting more spread apart. "He'll be here?" He says quietly.

"Mmhmm. Yes he will." Natasha confirms.

"Promise?" His voice is even quieter and his eyes are slightly open with determination to hear an answer.

Natasha laughs. He's a literal child. "Yeah, I promise." Clint's eyes blink owlishly before curling into himself slightly. "M'kay." He hums out. His eyes close and his breathing evens out. Natasha lays a blanket on top of him, noticing the slight shiver running through his body.

Bruce leans over her shoulder and inserts an iv, wiping down the pale skin before sliding the needle into the back of his hand and hanging the bag of fluids on a hook above Clint's head. Natasha sees Clint's hand fist up in his sleep. She places her hand on his and grasps his fingers, hoping to provide some comfort.

"It's okay Clint. You're okay." She says when Bruce leaves.

I can't beleive that we're almost at the end, only two days left! It's so sad. But, there is another story coming soon with more Clint whump! Probably at the beginning of January if I actually have the patients to wait that long. 😭😂

Thanks so much to those who reviewed! Shoutouts to Nao-Loup, Katie MacAlpine, jamiehernandez8888, and Guest!

Guest: The next two chapter's prompts are Caregiver and Showdown. I'm thinking of doing Hulk hurting Clint in the next chapter. Thanks so much for your recommendation!