The next three days passed slowly.
Natasha slept a lot as her body tried to heal from the pneumonia without whatever drugs they'd been using at the hospital. Even if she hasn't been sick, there was a high probability that she would be sleeping anyways. She always did when something big prayed on her mind.
Despite the new surroundings, the group still hadn't strayed from the biggest 'living room', so Natasha was sleeping against one wall as the others got ready for the day.
They'd fallen into a routine quite quickly, it was unlike anything they'd done before.
As soon as the sun rose, everyone would start to wake up.
Bruce would step outside and sit in the fresh air for a little while, head tilted towards the sun for as long as he could risk before people started to walk the streets.
Tony would often stand watching Bruce, or would sit in one of the corners of the room and read through whatever free paper or discarded book or comic they'd found on their adventures.
Bucky and Steve would both do the same routine; they would go for a short run around and around the streets surrounding their new home, bright and early, always taking care to avoid cameras and most people. As they ran, they scoped out stores and restaurants for free food and always managed to come home with something to eat.
Thor liked company and as such would often spend the morning doing an activity with one of the others. Either that or he would retreat back to his blanket and pull out a notebook and pen, writing god knows what until everyone grouped back together.
Clint would cuddle with Natasha until he was fully awake before carefully pulling away from the girl and moving to collect water for everyone.
They didn't have running water in the house but after further exploration they found a water fountain about a ten minute walk away, for runners or dogs or whatever but having actual clean water to drink was a miracle.
Nobody wanted to think about moving from that place.
So Clint would gather whatever bottles or containers they had and would head down to the fountain before it became flooded with people.
He'd bring back all the containers and then the others would gather to clean up for the day.
They'd wash up using a cloth and as much water as they could risk. It wasn't entirely effective but it did the trick and it made do until they could use some of the free showers at the leisure or homeless shelters.
Then they would spread out in a circle and drink the rest of the water and split up whatever food the boys had managed to grab.
At this time, someone would try to coax Natasha out from the blankets to eat something.
That morning it was Bucky who crouched beside her, fingers carding through her hair and talking softly until he could get her to sit up.
A couple more minutes later and Natasha was sitting down in the circle.
Bucky exchanged a worried glance with Clint as Natasha slumped down, rubbing at her eyes.
"Here, love, some water and we managed to find some bread and stuff for breakfast." Bucky said quietly, sliding over the food.
The redhead pulled a face and sighed, "'m not hungry."
"Nat, you didn't have dinner yesterday, please try something?" Clint grabbed the bread and pulled of a corner, holding it out to her.
"You're still sick and to heal, your body needs you to eat and drink to help it out, yeah?" Bruce chewed on a nail, looking worried.
"Fine." The girl grumbled, taking the piece of bread Clint had pulled off.
Pressing a kiss to her temple, Clint wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Thank you, love."
Now that Natasha was slowly eating, everyone started up a conversation. They went over plans for that day, plans for the next day, about keeping hidden and safe.
They'd finally decided on where to go for food for dinner when the phone Clint kept in his pants began to ring.
Tony had gotten rid of all numbers attached to the phone and whoever had used to own it, he'd blocked calls from every single one of the contacts, so who was calling?
Clint held the phone in his hands, worried eyes looking around the group. Eventually Steve reached over and grabbed it, accepting the call and putting it on speakerphone.
"Hello?" He questioned, brows pulled together.
"Hi, I'm looking for Clint, is he there?" The voice spoke.
All eyes moved to stare at the boy as he stammered around words for a second.
He leaned in close to the phone, taking a shaky breath.
"Bobbi?"
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A quick note: this fic is set early 2018, because I don't think I mentioned it before.
I'm uploading The Streets Prequels now and the first one is up. This is the link: s/13281166/1/The-Streets-Prequels