This chapter was written by Awkward Hawk, and betaed by me!

CHAPTER 8

Tony's head snapped up to look at Clint as he heard his voice. "Clint! Oh god, you woke up. I'm so sorry, it was my fault. Sorry, sorry, sorry." Tony kept whispering sorry to Clint, it was his fault that Clint had been stuck in his dreams for a longer period of time; it was his fault he almost didn't make it back. He buried his face on Clint's side holding him in place.

"Tony." Clint whispered, he tried to get up but Tony's weight was keeping him on the bed. "Tony, stop. It wasn't your fault; none of it is your fault. You were only trying to help, and you sort of did."

He looked up and met Clint's storm colored eyes, the very eyes that had caused his heart to melt the minute he first saw them. "You were almost stuck though, and it would have been my fault."

Clint shook his head as Tony's grip on him loosened. "Not your fault at all, it was someone else."

Tony frowned, "Who?"

"I…" Clint tried to think back on the voice he'd heard, the images he'd seen. It all had to clue him into whom it was. He knew he'd heard that voice before; the identity of the person was on the tip of his tongue. "I don't really remember."

"Care to elaborate?" Tony waved his hands in encouragement.

Clint moved over to the side and patted the empty space next to him, telling Tony he should lie down next to him. After Tony did he put his head over Tony's chest, his fingers coming up to play with the arc reactor on Tony's chest. "It's like, I know the voice, but I can't place where it comes from. It's someone who really hates me."

Tony brought his hand up to brush his fingers through Clint's hair. He liked this, having Clint with him, just the two of them, he could very well get used to it. "In our line of work that could be anybody."

"I know. Must be why I can't really place it with someone, I should compile a list though, right?" Clint tilted his head a little to look up at Tony.

"How about we worry about that a little later, I'm kind of comfortable right here." He kissed Clint's forehead.

He almost purred as Tony continued to run his fingers through his hair, he could stay there forever. "I heard your voice."

It was so quiet he almost missed what Clint said; he froze for a moment before resuming his movement. "While you were sleeping?"

"Yeah." Clint smiled as he looked at the light coming from Tony's arc reactor. "It was like I was being consumed by everything, every bad thing I've done. All the people who have died because of me, and I heard your voice. Then it was all I could focus on, trying to get to you, you sounded… you sounded so sad. I'm sorry I made you go through that."

Tony opened his mouth in shock. Here was this man who constantly put his life on the line to save other people, and he was blaming himself for deaths that were probably not eve his fault, but also apologizing for going through all this? "There's nothing to be sorry for, Clint. I was the one who put you in a coma, and I almost didn't get you back. However, I am sure I said we should leave this for later. Right now." Tony repositioned himself so he was beside Clint, facing him. "Right now, all I want to do is this."

Clint hummed in delight as he felt Tony's lips on his. He moved his hand to place it at Tony's neck but groaned as he pulled on the IV Bruce had attached to him while he was in the small coma. "Crap. I forgot."

"Oh shit, sorry." Tony moved out of the way so Clint could untangle the IV and then placed a hand over Clint's as he tried to remove it. "Let's have Bruce do that, he's a doctor after all."

"Not this type of doctor."

"Yeah, but…" Tony thought of what he could say and then frowned. "Shush you, I call the shots here."

Clint snorted "Bossy much?"

"I can show you how much later." Tony grinned as he wiggled his eyebrows. He was reaching for the door just as Bruce was opening it. "Ah, just the doctor I was going to go looking for."

Bruce rolled his eyes. "You were supposed to let me know when he woke up, according to Jarvis he woke up twenty minutes ago." He walked over to where Clint was and checked his pulse. "How do you feel Clint?"

"A bit rested, actually."

"Any dizziness? I'm going to check your eyes." He warned before turning on his pen light, he nodded as he didn't notice anything unusual. He looked at the IV and checked the bag it was hooked up to. "I'm going to take the IV out, but you need to eat something or I'll hook it back in you, got it?"

"No dizziness, headache, or unusual pains." It irritated Clint, he wasn't a big fan of doctors and he knew Bruce wasn't that type of doctor, but it was just the whole medical ordeal that he wasn't a fan of. "Yeah, I'll eat something later."

Tony had stepped out for a moment ignoring Bruce's reprimand; could he really blame a guy? He was relieved that Clint was awake and responsive. While Bruce checked Clint out he grabbed some fruit and sliced it, making Clint a fruit salad. He then made a Turkey sandwich and set it on a plate, the last thing he grabbed was a glass of orange juice. "Not later, now."

Clint looked up as he heard Tony's voice. He wanted to glare, but seeing Tony with the food and trying to make sure Clint actually ate made him smile. He'd never really had someone, aside from Tasha, care about him that way. He was about to say something when Tony shook his head and placed the food tray in front of him. It was a lot of food and he wasn't overly hungry. "I don't think I'll be able to eat it all…"

"That's alright, I'll help you. Besides, I'm here to make sure you eat so I'll been spoon feeding you." Tony grinned as he sat down next to Clint grabbing the fork and stabbing a piece of cantaloupe with it. "Open."

"Don't be silly." Clint laughed and took the fork away from Tony. He ate the piece of cantaloupe and grinned at Tony. "I know how to eat, you know."

"Could've fooled me." Tony said happy that Clint was eating the food he'd made for him.

Clint rolled his eyes but picked up the sandwich and took a bite of it. "Thanks, Tony."

Tony was about to respond when someone knocked on the door. He frowned and gave Clint a quick peck on the lips before getting up to answer the door. "Captain."

"I want to know what's going on, Fury called and said you'd hurt Clint." Steve made to go into the room, but Tony kept the door blocked. He settled for crossing his arms and glaring at Stark.

"Nothing happened, Clint's fine, he's eating right now. So, I think you should come back, never." Tony returned the glare; he was really done with Steve right now.

Clint had heard the exchange and had already gotten up from the bed; this was going to keep going if he didn't do something about it. He sighed and got up, he really wasn't in the mood or state to be up and about but this had to be done. "I'm alright, Steve. I was just having lunch with Tony right now." He placed his hand on Tony's shoulder and smiled when Tony turned to look at him.

"You shouldn't be out of bed." Tony reprimanded, but couldn't stop himself from grinning.

"I got tired of waiting for you." He said as he removed Tony's hand from the doorknob and intertwined his fingers with his. "We'll talk later, Steve." He didn't turn to look at him as he closed the door and dragged Tony back to bed with him.