Clint wound his arm around Natasha's waist as they left the building.
Their small amount of items were evenly divided between the boys and Clint along with Tony had the two phones and chargers.
If for whatever reason they had to split, Clint would go with Natasha and Bucky and Tony would go with Bruce and Steve.
They walked quickly and with purpose, hoods pulled over their heads, faces down.
As the sun continued it's climb, the kids walked, weaving in and out of people heading to breakfast or work.
They'd been walking across town for almost an hour but Natasha was severely flagging and she held her wrist to her chest, pale and shaking.
An hour was a good amount away from the hospital, at least for now, so then it came to finding somewhere to stay.
Clint and Natasha ducked into an alley and sat. The boys would be able to figure out somewhere to stay between the four of them.
Tony knelt before the boys left for their search, handing her the pain pill she'd given him the night before.
It seemed like that night had been years ago.
Natasha shook her head, trying to push it back into his hand. "Your arm-" she mumbled.
"Your arm." Tony set his jaw and held her fingers around the pill. "You need it. Between the pneumonia and your arm, it's a wonder you made it this far."
He rummaged in his bag before pulling out a half full bottle of water.
"Take the pill, close your eyes and drink the water. We'll figure it out." Tony assured her, squeezing her hand and standing.
The boys came back twenty minutes later, looking triumphant.
"We found the best place." Bucky grinned. "They're knocking down old apartments, or they were gonna, it looks like they ran outta money or something."
"Most of them are far from habitable but we scoped one out and it seems pretty stable." Steve smiled.
Tony hummed. "There's a couple of stores down the street and there's a public bathroom right around the corner. It's gross as fuck but it's a toilet and sink nonetheless."
Bruce offered his hand to Natasha. "Come on. We can set our blankets up again and get you warm and then me and Tone can go explore a little and bring back some food."
They headed to the apartment and Clint whistled.
It was pretty damn run down but they had two whole floors and a kitchen and everything.
Obviously none of the electric or water taps worked but it was nice to have the rooms anyways.
The six of them explored the house, coming to the last bedroom.
Noise sounded from inside.
Bucky and Clint instantly took the front, Bucky pulling his pocket knife from his bag as they moved towards the door.
Clint nodded at the others and in a second, they were crashing into the room.
A dirty face looked up from the corner.
"Who are you?" Bucky demanded, knife out in front of him. "What are you doing here?"
"I..." the person they saw now, was young, maybe the same age as them.
His voice shook.
"I'm Thor. I live here."