Whumptober Day 18

The Doctor Is In

Prompts: "Now smile for the camera/doctor's visit/CPR

I am so sorry I am running so behind with the Whumptober chapters this year. Work has been mega-crazy these past few weeks. I will try to do better.

"Come on, Barton, think," Mikayla said to herself. "How are you going to get out of this one?" She knelt next to Clint, who was sleeping, worn out due to a combination of the beatings, tasering, and electric shocks he'd received. The couple had been caught in the middle of a turf war when they had entered a building to get information from one of the leader's computers, looking for records of illegally obtained weapons and other illicit activities. Unfortunately, they were captured by one of the groups (she'd lost track by which one) and had been held in this nondescript building for at least a month and hadn't heard anything from their captors in a few days.

Mikayla took stock of their injuries. The men had broken several of Clint's fingers, but Mikayla was able to splint them. During one of the beatings, one of the ruffians had broken his nose. He'd also received several rounds of shocks and was nursing a nasty bruise around his eye socket. She'd performed the concussion test, which he surprisingly passed, so she let him sleep, telling him she had the watch. Mikayla looked down at her injured body. She'd been shot in the left leg but had put a tourniquet around it to slow the bleeding. The bad guys had dislocated her right shoulder; the two of them fashioned a makeshift sling from Clint's undershirt. Both had also been tranquilized to keep them under their captors' thumbs, but the drugs had worn off in the past day or so, leaving them a little groggy and slow-moving. When Mikayla felt she had enough strength, she dragged herself around the room to see if she could find anything useful. She finally discovered their quivers buried underneath some tarps, but unfortunately, their bows had been snapped in two. "Clint's going to be pissed when he finds out. Still, don't these people realize that the arrows are just as deadly of a weapon in the right hands? Geesh." Mikalya reached inside her quiver into a small secret pocket towards the bottom and let out a small cheer when she pulled out the burner phone. She scooted back over and tried to make a call but couldn't get service. She thought for a minute, then came up with an idea. "Now, smile for the camera, RH." Mikayla snapped a photo of him, the inside of their room, and views through the windows. She didn't have the strength to stand, so, using the bowstring from one of the bows, she attached the camera to an arrow, then lifted it to the window after setting the phone to take a video. Once she removed the camera, she texted Natasha, hoping the texts would go through since no calls could. The activity left her drained, so she leaned back against the wall next to Clint and carded her fingers through his hair, trying to stay awake but failing, her head drooping against her chest.

Tony had banned everyone, including Bruce, from his workshop, so the group gathered in the common area. The television was on purely for background noise. Most of the team was either engaged in quiet conversation or lost in their thoughts. Nat's phone buzzed; she picked it up. "Got texts." Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned toward her. "Friday? Have Tony come in here, please."

Tony came barreling into the room. "Please tell me we have something."

"We do, Nat answered. Friday was transmitting the photos to the television. "Mikayla sent them from her burner phone. Her only text, other than the pictures, was 'extraction needed.' Does anyone recognize the photos?"

"Go back to the one with the street signs," Bucky said. The photo appeared on the screen.

"Look familiar?" Steve asked.

"Sort of, let me think. I think I recognize the language, maybe?" Bucky closed his eyes as he channeled maps and photos in his head. It made him mad that HYDRA had filled his head with so much evil, but he was determined to use the information stored within him for good. His eyes moved rapidly back and forth as if he was scanning documents. "Punta Cana, in the Dominican Republic."

"Makes sense," Natasha said. "That area's a hotbed for gun runners. Plus, their assignment took them to Haiti, so all the bad guys had to do was travel across the border."

"SHIELD has a location near there?" Steve asked.

"Doesn't matter," Tony spoke up. "I've got a resort place there, private landing strip, fully staffed medical wing, and everything. We can have the jet in the air within the hour."

One hour later, the team had boarded the jet and were in the air. "What is our plan, Captain?" Thor asked.

"Bucky seems to know where this place is, so he and Nat will go in, locate Clint and Mikayla, then let us know. The rest of us will circle the perimeter, ensure there are no bad guys, and then we'll get our Hawkeyes back." Everyone nodded in agreement and sat back, waiting for the plane to land.

After landing, Nat and Bucky made their way into the city. Nat let Bucky take the lead since he knew where he was going. They'd arrived early in the morning, before the tourists were up and around, so the streets weren't crowded, making it easier for the two to maneuver through the streets. Natasha looked up and saw the street signs Mikayla had included in her text. She tapped Bucky on the shoulder, and when he turned around, she pointed. He nodded and figured out which building the archers were in. After looking around and not finding anyone, the two entered the building. "We're in," Natasha said over the comms. The two split up, searching the complex. "Clear down here."

"Going upstairs now," Bucky whispered. When he got upstairs, he found Clint and Mikayla, both now unconscious. "They're here." Bucky went over and knelt beside them, feeling each neck for a pulse. "Weak, but they're alive. We'll need some help getting them back to the jet."

"On our way, Terminator." Bucky rolled his eyes.

"He means it with love, you know."

"I know," Bucky scoffed. Natasha found their quivers and busted bows, picking them up to take back with them. "Someone's bleeding from somewhere." Bucky pointed to the floor, and Natasha noticed the fresh blood trail. "I'll check, Clint. Look after Mikayla."

"It's Mikayla." Natasha pointed to the tourniquet around Mikayla's leg, which had turned bright red. She pulled a towel out of her suit, removed the bloodied one, and replaced it with the clean one. "That should hold."

"Let us help, Widow." Thor and Sam flew through the window. Thor leaned down and gently picked up Mikayla as Sam was lifting Clint.

"Did Cap and Stark find anyone?" Natasha asked.

"Not yet," Sam answered. "They will, though. Let's get these two back."

"Agreed," Thor said. They flew back to the jet, with Nat and Bucky following behind on the ground carrying their injured teammates' weapons.

Thor and Sam took Clint and Mikayla directly to the medical area of Tony's resort villa, where Bruce and Dr. Cho were waiting. As soon as Bruce started examining Clint, he started seizing. "Need some help here," Bruce said calmly. A couple of the nurses left Dr. Cho to assist. "We're losing him!" Bruce immediately started CPR, and after a couple of rounds, Clint was back among the living. Bruce was able to complete his examination, and after treating Clint and making sure, he was stable, he went out to update the team. "Mikayla did a good job of splinting Clint's fingers, so I was able to replace them with sturdier splints. I treated the electrical burns and did a scan of his head. Thankfully, no broken bones."

"What aren't you telling us, Bruce?" Sam asked.

"He had a couple of seizures, probably due to all the electrical shocks. We had to perform CPR. He's stable now. I've hooked him up to the heart monitor."

"How's our Ladyhawke?" Thor asked.

"Stable," Dr. Cho came out to update the team. Her dislocated shoulder will heal in time, and we were able to close the bullet wound in her leg. She's resting now. We're flushing the drugs out of her system."

"Drugs?" Steve asked.

"Tranquilizers, mainly. The kidnappers used the drugs to keep them compliant and unable to fight back. Don't worry, no mind-altering drugs." The group breathed a sigh of relief. The two had had their minds played with enough to last several lifetimes.

Mikayla was the first to wake up, blinking her eyes into focus. "I think I died. When did I go to the beach?"

"You are not in Valhalla, Lady Mikayla." She turned her head toward Thor's voice. He had not left her side since he brought her back. "We are at a resort of Master Stark's. I knew you would not want to be alone, so I've been here keeping you company."

Mikayla weakly smiled. "Thanks, Thor. Is Clint here?"

"Yes, he is resting in the other room." Mikayla tried to sit up, but Thor gently placed a hand on her uninjured shoulder. "Please, stay. There is no need to injure yourself further. Allow me to get the good doctor so he can give you an update." Thor leaned over, kissed her forehead, then left.

"You're awake," Bruce came into the room.

"How is he?"

"That's one thing I adore about you, always straight to the point. He's stable." Bruce gave her an update on Clint's injuries. "His body took a lot of shocks, so he's a little more drained than you are."

"You're telling me his heart stopped, and you had to perform CPR?" Bruce nodded. "And you're sure he's okay now?"

"The scans and monitors don't show any anomalies, so, yes. He's resting now. I'll let you know the minute he wakes up." Mikayla nodded and fell back asleep.

Bruce smiled, shaking his head. "It figures. She's more concerned about him, didn't even ask about her injuries."

A couple of weeks later, Clint and Mikayla were recovering at the villa, stretched out in lounge chairs on the beach. Cap, Sam, Nat, and Bucky gathered all the bad guys about a week after extracting Clint and Mikayla. They had left to return them to SHIELD custody and report back to Fury and Hill. Tony, Thor, and Bruce were still at the villa, keeping an eye on their recovering team members. "Babe?" Clint reached out for Mikayla's hand.

"Hmm?" Mikayla took Clint's hand.

"In case you were wondering, you're a much better kisser than Bruce."