Prompt: "You're bleeding all over my carpet"
I made Clint deaf in this chapter, so every thing in italics is sign language instead of actual speech. I hope you enjoy!
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You are simply relaxing back one night in your bed; scrolling through your phone, reading and reblogging whatever you find that you like. You are simply lost in your own little world that the knocking on your bedroom window has you jumping out of your skin. You turn to see you best friend, Clint Barton kneeling on the fire escape, holding his stomach.
You rush out of bed and over to the window to let Clint in. He stumbles into your room grinning.
"Hey. What's up?" he waves, signing his greeting.
You scan over his body, seeing how he holds his side.
"Are you okay?" you sign.
"Fine. Why'd you ask?"
You give Clint a drool look, motioning to the side he is holding before signing, "You're bleeding all over my carpet."
He shrugs, "'tis but a scratch."
You roll your eyes at him, "Alright Black Knight, whatever you say. Now come on, let's get you fixed up."
Clint gives you a loopy grin, following you to the bathroom and stripping off his shirt. So you can get to his "scratch" better.
"You gonna ask?" he signs his questions.
You shake your head at him, not answering him as you focus on cleaning and stitching him up.
"Why?"
You stare in straight in the eye, "Because my questioning is not going to change anything. As long as you're alright, that's all that matters. Want something to eat? Coffee?"
"Yup!"
He hopes off your bathroom counter and heads right to your kitchen, already knowing where everything is. He just prances around like he owns the place, wincing when he moves the wrong way and pulls at the stitches. You roll your eyes at him,
"'Tis a scratch my ass… 15 stitches is not just a scratch dumbass."
Clint flashes you a stupid grin as if knowing exactly what you said without you signing it for him. Sometimes you have to question why Clint Barton, coffee addict and accident prone idiot, is your best friend.