When Clint saw Natasha was safe, he ran away from the broken window.
The Stark Tower was a mess. Everything was broken or had tumbled out of the window.
He suddenly heard a gasping noise and a thud. He walked towards the sound. Cautious. He didn't like what he saw.
Steve lay gasping on the ground, in a pool of his own blood, he lay on his side, and his hands were pushing at his stomach. He barely had his eyes open.
Clint ran over to the shivering figure.
He kneeled next to Steve and slowly tried to turn him on his back. When Steve whimpered due the sudden movements, Clint spoke in a soothing voice
"It's okay, It's just Clint. Are you with me dude?" Steve only groaned and Clint took that as a 'yes.'
"Let me see your stomach for a sec." Clint said, slowly lifting the captains hand of the wound.
Red.
That was enough for Clint to scream Bruce's name, and ask every two seconds if Steve could keep his eyes open.
"What the hell happened Steve..." Clint spoke, more questioning himself.
To his surprise Steve managed to rasp out. "Bomb... tray... jumped... sorry..." "There is nothing to be sorry for Steve. It wasn't your fault." Clint quickly shot back.
'Banner better be here fast' he thought grimly.
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"You okay Banner?"
Bruce opened his eyes but saw nothing but a blur.
Slowly his vision sharpened and he saw the redhead he saved a minute ago, standing over him.
"How does your pants does that." Bruce blinked and furrowed his brows. "What?" She looked at him with a 'how are you even a scientist' look .
"Your pants. They are still in one peace." She stated. Bruce smiled awkwardly and stood up. Shaky.
"Yeah... It's a new invention. To-"his smile disappeared. "Tony made it." He finished.
Natasha's face was blank as always. Suddenly they both heard a scream.
"BRUCE! HELP!"
Clint.
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