Chapter 9

Daisy was a little shocked when the farmhouse came into view. Clint was unconscious in the passenger seat. Little bastard would be smirking at how stumped she was at this development. She pulled up the gravel road as close as she dared and moved quickly to get him inside. While she had roused him enough to get him into the car, she was struggling with his dead weight now. She saw a light on inside and knew that she could trust these people, whomever they were, to help. Clint wouldn't have a random address hidden in his tactical vest without reason. She looked down at the dozing Hawkeye. "You freaking lard ass."

She headed up the wooden steps and knocked on the door somewhat urgently. She can't be the reason an Avenger dies. That would just be a sucky thing to have on her permanent record. Or whatever the SHIELD equivalent was. She heard the lock unlatch almost soundlessly, and she frowned in confusion. She took a glance behind her for a split second and when she turned around met with the barrel of a gun.

"Who are you?" A dark-headed, deadly looking woman said on the other end of the gun.

"Uh…" Daisy winced, "I'm a friend?" She hated herself so much right now. "Who are you?" she questioned back at the woman.

"The proud owner of this pistol. And a well trained shot." The woman answered back severely. Her eyes took a quick glance at the car and her eyes widened. "What did you do to him?"

"I'm saving his life lady! He told me to come here, so get your thing out of my face!" Daisy winced, "That sounded dirty…"

The woman stared at her hard and after a moment or two of deliberation, put the gun down with a smirk. "That did, indeed, sound very dirty. What happened?"

"Stupid idiot got shot. I can't move his heavy ass in here by myself." Daisy gestured for the woman to follow her, "he has a gunshot wound to his side. I put pressure on it and did the basic first aid stuff, but it was about an hour drive."

The woman didn't lose her cool; she just stared down at Clint and gestured for Daisy to get his legs. Daisy followed the woman's instructions. The hauled Clint into the house and laid him on what appeared to be a dining table. He groaned and opened his eyes a little. His eyes flicked to the gorgeous woman that Daisy had found and he grinned like a dope. Daisy couldn't blame him; he lost a lot of blood.

"Hey there sweetheart…." He winked at the woman. Daisy rolled her eyes, and cut in before the woman could most likely tell him off.

"God Clint, don't flirt right now. You're lucky she is even helping." Daisy glared at him half-heartedly. She would have been more critical but the guy was shot. The woman just smiled and pats his cheek patronizingly.

"Oh, he is in trouble when he wakes up. He is just trying to get on my good side," she explained to Daisy. Daisy shot her a curious glance as the woman began to undo the tactical vest and look at Clint's wound. "My name in Laura. Laura Barton."

Daisy's mouth drops open in absolute shock. She sputters to say something of significance, but her mind is totally blank right now. Where did the two of them meet? Was there a hot persons club Daisy hadn't heard of?

Laura just smirked as she got the supplies out to help fix Clint. Which included, Daisy would later note, a bag of blood that they kept stored there for emergencies. She didn't look up from her work, "Yes, I married him. He must trust you if he allowed you to bring him here."

"I…this was out first mission together," Daisy tries to explain. Laura just continues on, inserting the IV into his arm.

"You going to introduce yourself or…?" Daisy bit back a retort to that. She did not need to upset Clint's wife, that he apparently had. Especially not inside her house as she was stitching up Clint.

"I'm Daisy. Uh, sorry. Still getting used to the whole… married thing. I mean, don't get me wrong, I can totally see it…" Daisy winced, whenever she got rattled her mouth just ran off like this. She muttered something under her breath about hot older people and tried to pull her mind away from where it had treacherously went. She heard Laura snicker and Daisy's face turned bright red.

"If you think we are that impressive, wait until you meet Natasha," she said with a grin. Daisy promised herself that she was not going to open her mouth ever again. She just focused on watching Laura work.

It took about another fifteen minutes but soon Laura was pulling her blue latex gloves off and throwing them away. "He should be okay. He'll need the IV refilled in about an hour. You gotten over the fact that someone married this child?" She smirked at Daisy and Daisy just nodded, her blush coming back the tiniest bit.

She was so focused on not saying something stupid that she almost missed a small voice from behind her. "Mommy?" Daisy whirled around and found herself looking at a small replica of Laura. But instead of Laura's black hair, she had Clint's sandy blonde. Her mouth dropped open again and her eyes were wide. She was most likely going to scare this child with her face but… holy shit. She was rattled yet again, on the same night, so naturally her mouth betrayed her.

"Oh my god, there's a mini-Hawkeye." Dammit, stupid brain.