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Title: Ordinary Morning
Author: Cindy Ryan
Pairings: Clint/Natasha
Timeline: Post movie follows my Got your back series: Got your back, Dance in the rain,Linger
Summary: Just once Natasha wished she and Clint could enjoy a day off

Clint cursed as he saw phase two fail. The gunfire started and he made a leap at Juarez taking the criminal down. The guards around him noticed too late and Natasha was already there firing and using one of the last grenades. The guards fired back but not for long. Groans of pain ricocheted off the limestone walls as men fell around Hawkeye.

"You should've surrendered."Barton stated as he pressed his knife against the ex-drug runner's throat."Now I have an excuse to kill you. Not that I needed one. Trying to kill my partner is more than enough."

"You have not won yet."Juarez stated smugly.

As if on cue a startled cry from Natasha could be heard. Clint jerked his attention in her direction to find one of the bodyguard's standing behind her with his arms around her throat. Natasha's gun was at her feet.

Clint shook his head. "Ordinarily this would be a problem."

Barton could only hope Natasha's injuries wouldn't prevent her from freeing herself. True to form the Black Widow banged her head against her captor's forehead causing him to release his grip. She grabbed his arms and lifted him off the ground sending him sailing into a wall. Seeing this and their leader captured the remaining guards surrendered dropping their weapons.

"Fools."Juarez snarled as Hawkeye hauled him to his feet and placed a pair of handcuffs on.

"See we didn't need phase three."Barton commented triumphantly as he looked back to Natasha.

Or more accurately where his partner had been standing. Clint felt his heart drop to his feet as he saw Nat's crumpled form sprawled on the ground.

"Damn it, Nat."Hawkeye swore as he moved forward one hand still on Juarez's right arm.

"Looks like all victories have a price. I will savor this one."Juarez gloated.

Whirling Clint hit the criminal with a sharp right uppercut knocking the older man out cold. Running toward his partner's still form Clint activated his radio ear piece.

"This is Hawkeye I need immediate medical evac."Barton shouted. "Repeat immediate medical evac we have an agent down."

Reaching Natasha Clint dropped to his knees gently turning the Black Widow onto her back. He removed both of their night vision goggles and tossed them aside. She was unconscious and her breathing short and raspy. Clint didn't like at all the blue tint the skin on her neck and chest area was turning. Strong indicators of a collapsed lung and most likely internal bleeding. Natasha was already in shock her skin cold to the touch. Her pulse was weak and thready.

"What's the ETA on that evac?"Clint demanded into the radio.

"Ten minutes."A female voice replied.

Clint cut the radio call and looked at his still partner. They'd had their issues over the years and their romantic involvements with others. Somehow they'd always found their way back to each other. He'd never known anyone else who could put up with is faults and demons. She accepted him for who he was and he did the same for her.
That's part of what love was. Their love made their friendship, partnership better stronger. They were a part of each other. Losing Nat now Clint couldn't comprehend. Didn't want to imagine his life without her.

"Don't do this to me, Nat."Barton whispered his voice strained. "Help's on the way. You just have to hang in there until they arrive. Not that much longer...just stay with me, please."

Clint's radio crackled to life. "Medical evac five minutes."

Being separated from Nat was out of the question. The first medic that tried to keep Clint out of the helicopter learned the hard way. It was silly but Clint knew deep in his soul that she needed to know he was nearby. How true that was he didn't know. It didn't matter. It made him feel less helpless to give her an emotional lifeline. The medics finally gave in and allowed Clint to squeeze in the small space of the military medical helicopter. He was shoved back against the far window his head touching the ceiling his shoulders scrunched in an uncomfortable position. The stretcher holding Natasha and three medics two male one female took up every square inch of remaining space. Clint kept stationary to stay out of the way. As much as he wanted to touch Nat to let her know he was there he wanted her to be alright more. The crisp grim tones of the medical staff weren't easing his worry any.

As the helicopter took off Clint gripped the leather straps along the top of the window. He closed his eyes and did something he hadn't done in a long time: prayed. Nat always thought she had a debt to settle. To make up for the criminal activities she'd done in the past. In Clint's book she'd already done that ten-fold. The most recent helping the Avengers save New York City and Earth from Loki and his alien army earned her triple points. Never mind the fact that Natasha had saved him. She could've written Clint off as a lost cause but she didn't. He loved her even more for that.

Hawkeye had taken first aid training. It was required for field agents. Never knew when you'd be in the middle of nowhere and have to MacGyver something together for medical equipment. He'd done that more times than he cared to count. He was thankful this time he and Nat had been in a major city; close to an aircraft carrier. From listening to the medics Clint knew every second counted. Opening his eyes Clint looked down at Natasha's still form. Such a far cry from the strong, fierce, brave woman she was. Her skin was pale, her throat and chest area still tinged a light blue. The portable heart monitor a few inches from Clint showed a steady rhythm. That helped ease his fear a little. What didn't was the fact Nat wasn't breathing on her own.
One of the male medics a thin blonde man in his late twenties got Hawkeye's attention.

"We've got her as stable as we can."The medic explained grimly. "We just won't know if it's a fully collapsed lung until we get an xray."

"What if it's a collapsed lung with internal bleeding?"Barton asked.

Part of him really didn't want to ask that question. He could tell from the medic's face that he didn't want to answer it. Clint wanted to know what he was facing when they got to the ship. He wanted to know what the odds were. Hawkeye had been in his own fair share of scrapes and fights to know how serious internal injuries were. Combine that with anything dealing with the lungs and it wasn't a good thing. He didn't need a medical degree to know that.

The medic placed a comforting hand on Clint's left arm. "With what you told us of what happened that's our best guess of what we're dealing with. The infirmary on the ship is state of the art we've got all the latest medical toys. You got her help in time that's the important thing. We'll take good care of her."

Clint nodded the sudden lump in his throat not allowing words to pass. The medic returned his attention to Natasha.

He tried not to read between the lines of what the medic wasn't telling him. Tried and failed. Hope and faith were things Clint was never very good at. Barton needed both of those things now...so did Natasha. Hopefully saving the world a few months back would be enough karma to help his partner now.