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Set AU Post End Game. No one is dead, life is good.
Just one foot in front of the other. One in front of the other. Left, right, left, right..
"I need some help here.. on 6th!" Cap's voice came through his earpiece, before he could muster a response Thor was already answering.
"Aye Captain, on my way." He noticed the god fly overhead, electricity crinkling behind him. Those damn Gods.. big, strong, invincible, good looking.
Then there was him. A leg definitely a little broken, ankle severely bent at a gross angle but he could still stand very painfully. His back hurt, there was a gash on his eyebrow and more on his right arm. Oxygen deprived lungs just wanted to collapse but he kept breathing, slow and steady. Keep on moving. Just make it to the center and team up with everyone else and shoot the last of his arrows. Finish the job, tap out on clean up.. can't do that today.
"Clint?" He shot his head up, immediately regretting it. His head spun so bad. God, it made him want to barf. The alien thing had flung him like a booger earlier into the side of the wall. Sure he cracked a few ribs and got a nice concussion from it.
"Barton." Oh right, its in his head.. his ear. He thought someone as in front of him. "Yup." He responded, "You good?" Nat asked, "Saw him a minute ago, he was fighting the mama alien." Steve responded with a few fighting grunts.
"Its dead now." Keeping his responses nice and short, he limped over to their pick up which was also a medical station. Things started to die down, they were about done.
"Good job, lets meet up at the jet. Give directions for cleanup. Get rested & whoever can help clean, go back out." Rogers orders. He, of course, was going to be the first one out back and helping. Doing god's work, as always.
"Roger that. We should relax by the pool after. I even set a bigger jacuzzi on the roof so you weirdos can get your five feet." Tony added, the boosts of his jet could be heard off of someone else's ear piece. It echoed annoyingly.
They kept arguing about wanting food or jacuzzi time first. Clint Just kept walking, just a little more. His leg was on fire now, it burned like someone poured lava on it. Didn't even notice he'd started making noises every time he stepped with his left foot.
There was chatter at the jet while some of the avengers were inside, some just walking up including him. Clint thickly swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut for a second trying to shake the double vision.
"Shit.. Clint, you okay?" Rhodey had walked over to him quickly, big heavy boots clinking so loud Clint flinched and moved his head away. "'m okay." Ritually spat out. Too stubborn to say otherwise. He was already at the jet anyways, he'd get help. He pushed past him & very gingerly limped up the ramp, breath hitching. He swears he was going to pass out.
"Barton, you do not look good." Steve had quickly come to grab a hold of him, becoming his left leg and leading him up the rest the way. It hurt when the Captain held him tight. His lungs screaming at him, Hawk only but yelped and tensed up.
"Hey, hey.. its okay, I got you." Steve held him closer, taking more of his weight a hand moving on the back of the brunette's neck and head to support him — It made Barton's throat make very miserable noise.
"'m.. I..uhm.. need ta s't.." Barton's vision went sideways, the jet was upside down now and it hurt his head. His face ashen now, eyes droopy.
"Barton?" Bruce's hand slipped under his chin and into his neck, worryingly looking over Barton while Rogers was still holding him up. "What's hurting.. what is it?" Bruce frantically looked over his body as he stood, just about to tell Steve to lay him down he saw Barton's head move forward and eyes flicker.
"..momma alien laid eggs in me.." Barton knew he was about to clock out so he said the weirdest most worrying thing he could think of before his eyes fell shut and his legs gave out from under him, falling fully to the right onto the Captain who carefully lowered him to the ground. Thankfully Steve already had a good hold on him.
"Whah! Clint!.." Steve panicked at Barton's statement and stared wide eyed at Bruce who only smiled in return.
"Don't worry, just passed out. We do need to get that leg splinted and clean up that gash." He noticed Barton's breathing was shallow but steady, "Maybe get him on some oxygen.."
"The eggs.." Rogers muttered, what do they do about that..?! What protocol did they follow here. Steve stared at Barton's stomach area then shakily reached over to run his hand under his shirt and felt for his stomach.
"He's joking Rogers, relax. Just messing with us.. you." The Dr chuckled, pressing an oxygen mask to the archer's face and using his other hand to check his pulse again. A lot better now that he was unconscious and unmoving.
"God, I hate him sometimes.." There was a sigh from the Captain, he shook his head while he dropped his face into his hand and a laugh came from Rhodey behind him. He will always and forever fall for Clint's weird statements.
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I'm going to go make Sam catch some shrapnel.
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