October 16th: Not according to plan
(Clintasha-ish friendship, rated K+)
The narrow streets of London were dark and dusty at night. Where the two assassins were running not even streetlamps had been put because there wasn't enough space. Not a soul was outside in the area and if someone saw them they would most likely close the door on them. Natasha started to fall behind but Clint quickly grabbed her hand and dragged her along: „Just a few more corners and we'll be back…"
Nat gritted her teeth and started running again. Her other hand was pressed against her left thigh as she was trying to stop the bleeding. Their predators weren't in sight anymore, but they needed to make sure they were far enough gone to not be found that night.
Suddenly the heel on Natasha's right shoe broke off and she stumbled. Clint immediately stopped and supported her: „Are you okay?"
Nat gasped for air as they stopped: „I… my shoe…"
Clint looked down briefly and nodded: „Okay. Hold onto me!" He carefully picked her up in his arms bridal style and started running again, this time, of course, a little slower.
The two of them finally made it to a cottage at the far end of the street. The house was only one-storied and parts of the old wooden walls were starting to fall away. Looking back again Clint carried Nat inside and put her down on the twin bed standing in the corner of the room. The wall separating the bedroom from the living room had been torn away as it seemed but they didn't really care. It was a hiding spot of S.H.I.E.L.D., nothing more.
Clint straightened again and started walking towards the kitchen: „I'll get the first-aid box. I'll be right back." Nat only nodded slightly and tried not to let her hand pressing on the wound relax. That had not been going according to plan at all. They should have gotten information from a businessman who probably had connections to underground organizations. Instead, someone already must have known of their plans and they suddenly were attacked while attending a gala. One bullet had immediately grazed Natasha's leg while the others missed the two of them. They weren't ready for a fight like that in a public space so the assassins decided to run.
Clint came back from the kitchen with a box and started looking through the items. He pulled out a wound dressing and bandages. He looked at Natasha: „Okay… let go of your leg and hold up your dress for me."
Natasha delivered a faint grin: „So that's what you were aiming for after all…"
Clint smirked and instantly pressed the wound dressing against the leg as she loosened her grip: „Oh no… you psyched me." He put one bandage which was still rolled up on top of the wound dressing before wrapping two other ones tightly around the construction.
When he was done he sat down next to Natasha: „It should do the trick until Coulson will pick us up tomorrow."
Nat nodded and looked him over: „Let me bandage your wounds too."
Clint smiled and shook his head: „No need… it's just cuts."
Natasha knew those cuts were deeper than he was admitting. He had protected her from an attacker with a knife since she had already been wounded. She sighed and looked him in the eye: „remove your jacket…"
Clint hesitated: „Why?"
Nat crossed her arms in front of her chest: „I want to see it, Clint."
He looked down before gritting his teeth and removing the black jacket. The blood from the cuts on his arms and chest had soaked the white shirt in crimson. Natasha now carefully moved closer to him and started undoing the buttons: „I knew it…"
Clint watched her before speaking up again: „It's not that bad."
Nat carefully examined the cuts after the white piece of clothing was removed: „Yes, you're right, but it can still become infected and that would be a big deal."
Clint slowly lifted the first-aid box onto the bed and let her do her thing: „Fine… then fix me, doc."
Nat started grinning slightly and started cleaning the cuts with disinfectant spray. Clint tried not to wince but the deeper ones really smarted. When she had finished Natasha bandaged the worse cuts and closed the box when she was pleased with the result.
Then she slowly lay back again and closed her eyes: „Come on… if they had been following us, they would have found us already. It's safe for both of us to sleep."
With a doubtful look on his face, Clint rose from the bed, putting the first-aid box aside: „Maybe I should stay awake a little longer to be sure."
Natasha opened her eyes again and exhaled audibly: „No, silly… you look hell of tired too. Come on already."
Thinking about it for a moment longer Clint eventually gave in and joined his partner in battle in the twin bed: „Good night then, Nat."
Natasha smiled before closing her eyes again: „Good night."