Sometime during the night, Natasha woke up coughing.
Her entire body hurt and her chest burned as she struggled into a sitting position.
She jolted Clint awake and he rubbed sleep out of his eyes. "Nat?"
Still coughing, the girl hunched over to try and ease the burning of her chest.
"Natasha?" Clint asked, clearly worried as he flicked on one of the torches they had.
He sat up fully and reached for her, hand on her back.
"Easy, Nat, in and out." He murmured, rubbing her back.
His best friends breathing was laboured and wheezy, and her eyes were not there at all.
"Just breathe." He said softly, subtly kicking the nearest person to him, Bucky.
The boy jerked up, arms held up in front of him. "Who's there?!"
"Buck, calm down, it's me. I need you to get some lights on and grab me some water."
It took Bucky only a few seconds to get up and flick on the torches they had placed around the building.
The lighting was poor but it was just enough for Clint to be able to see Natasha.
He was very silently freaking out, he had no idea what he was doing or how to help.
Natasha was swaying just sitting up, her eyes screwed shut and her face drained of colour.
Every breath rattled in her chest.
"What do we do?" Bucky asked, kneeling in front of them and passing the last of the water over to Clint.
"Get the others up, we...might need to go get some meds or...or find a doctor." Clint shook his head, holding the bottle up to Natasha's lips and coaxing her to drink.
Only a couple of sips later, she was spluttering and coughing again, just barely able to cover her mouth.
When she dropped her hands, her hand was covered in drops of red.
"Plan b." Clint exhaled shakily. "We need the hospital."
"But we-" Bucky started.
"Can't go to the hospital, I know, but she's really sick."
Bucky sighed and nodded, rubbing at his eyes and moving to wake up the other boys.
"Nat, we're gonna get you into a jacket okay?" Clint's voice shook ever so slightly as he lifted her arms and helped her into a jacket.
"Bruce, will you get over here?"
The boy knelt in front of them. "What's going on?"
"Nat's really sick. She's coughing up blood, I think. Your dad was a doctor right?"
"Um...well yeah, before he got fired for always being drunk." He murmured.
"What should we do?"
"It might be pneumonia. If it is, she's gonna need stuff we can't get from a store. It's gonna have to be the hospital." He sighed, stiffening at the thought.
"That's like half an hour away. No buses are running and she can't walk that far."
Bruce shook his head. "Ambulance?"
"And how are we gonna pay for that and for treatment? Not to mention, how do we explain we don't have any adults with us?"
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "No idea. Tony?"
"All we can do is deal with it later. We bullshit about why we're on our own, get her help and figure it out."
"All six of us?" Steve raised an eyebrow. "That's not gonna fly well. It's gotta be one of us with Nat, pretending to be her...brother or something."
"I'll do it." Clint murmured, looking up at them. "But I need a phone."
"Easy." Bucky shrugged. "The streets are gonna be crawling with drunk people." He stood. "Give me five."
Clint nodded and Bucky pulled up his hood, slinking off.
"We'll get her outside. They can't see this place, they'll figure out we live here."
Clint zipped up Natasha's jacket, cupping her flushed cheek. "Hey, Nat. We're gonna get you outside and get you some help, okay?"
The redhead blinked rapidly up at him, barely nodding her head.
"Okay guys, help her up." He murmured, standing and gently, Steve on her other side, lifting her up to her feet.
It took both of the boys to keep her up, Natasha tipping and almost falling straight away.
"Come on, firebird." Clint said gently. "We can do this."