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Clint!

He staggers from the sudden pain that is sent from their bond. He turns, scanning across the rooftops. He feels her babbling wildly in his mind. Clint pushes her pain to the back of his mind, focusing on finding her. Thoughts of how he shouldn't have let her go alone whelmed his mind, buzzed just below his panicked searching.

Then he sees her lying in a pile of wreckage. The bright crimson red that is splashed over the concrete snaps a jab of fear through him. Her legs are pointing in an odd angle, she is gasping, pressing her hand down on the gaping wound in her abdomen.

"Skye!" he yells on the comms as he rappelled down the building. "We need a med evac now!"

He hovers, trying to figure if she had a neck injury. Honestly, it looks like the Hulk had taken her and played rag doll with her. "Baby." He says, his voice is breaking. He presses the wound down, smacking her face to jolt her awake. "Stay with me. Open your eyes."

"Asshole-" she slurs, her eyes half closed. Her body trembles beneath his hand, she wouldn't last much longer with the amount of blood she is losing.

"What is the ETA on the med evac?" He demands and doesn't care if it borders a little impossible. He wants it now, he needs the med evac now.

The blood is seeping from his fingers. He feels her fading, her body is weakening. "Stay awake Skye. Come on baby. Remember, we still have that conversation to finish."

She stares at him with hazy eyes, mouthing words that he doesn't need to hear to understand.

"Stay with me okay?" he half sobs in relief as the med evac arrives. "Don't leave me alone."

He is dripping blood on the white floor, blood that is not his. The sight of blood reminds him of Skye laying in the pile of wreckage. Shaking and shuddering, he collapses against the wall into a set of arms that doesn't belong to Skye.

She smells of gunpowder and oil, things that doesn't smell like Skye. Skye smells like sunlight and earth, Skye loves the feel of the bare earth beneath her feet so much that Stark built her an indoor garden in their rooms. Don't get her wrong, she doesn't like gardening and can't tend to a plant without killing it but she loves to nap beneath the leaves of the plant on the cool earth, arms wrapped around him, nose half buried in his shirt.

"She'll be fine," the husky voice, that doesn't belong to Skye, says. Clint looks up to the red head.

"Tasha-" The words lie heavily on his tongue but she doesn't need it. Tasha knows it even without him needing to say them.

"She'll be fine," she repeats and they watch the door, waiting for the Doctor to deliver her news.

Skye wakes up to the smell of disinfectant and a warmth on her side. Bright light fills her vision and she blinks blearily. She feels the vibrations in the room: the slow, sleepy breathing on her right, the beating of the other opposite her. She feels the light spinning before she opens her eyes, shifting in variations of colours to form the white light.

She doesn't know why it feels so new to her yet so familiar until she focuses on the figure in front of her. Clint stares at her with hollow eyes from the opposite side of the room. "Clint-" She says with her thick, languid tongue and it startles the red head lying on her right awake.

"You could have died!" He clenches his fist. Skye feels anger, regret and fear flooding their bond. "You might be half-kree but it doesn't mean you're unkillable."

He shuts off. His face is empty and the place where their bond once was is now replaced by a void. "Clint-" she begins again, reaching out with a bandaged arm.

He doesn't reciprocate and storms out of the room with Tasha following closely behind. Skye thinks that she might have lost something that was worth greater than her life without realizing it.

Before she's realized it, it's been two weeks since she had last seen or felt Clint. Tasha is noticeably absent too but Skye doesn't take offense to it. Natasha had always been Clint's man first then hers.

She stares out of the window and wonders what the arrangement would be like once she is discharged. "Tony-" she turns, leaning against the cold window. Winter is settling into the city, she misses the indoor garden terribly. Perhaps Tony would build one more for her in her new rooms. She swallows thickly, trying to say the words feels like she is pulling her teeth out "My new rooms-" She continues on hurriedly, "can I have another indoor garden in my new room?"

He tilts his head at her questioningly with a frown. His eyes dart back and forth her face, lips thinly pressed together. He seems to know something that she doesn't but he doesn't say it. Tony only returns to the tablet that he had been tapping away on, diagnostics of the gloves he had built for her to assist her body in accepting her abilities, choosing to keep his silence.

Skye realizes that maybe when she is discharged, she might not even have a room left in the Avengers tower. She might not even be an Avenger anymore after this. The bitterness oozes at the back of her throat. Somehow she isn't surprised with their decision, she isn't much of use with her body rejecting her abilities. She cannot use her abilities in the foreseeable future without her body splintering. Even her soul mate doesn't want anything to do with her.

She cries herself to sleep when she is alone at night.

She'll find a way to come back to her feet, she always does.

Steve is there to pick her up when she is discharged and so is Tony. She isn't surprised. The two team leaders would tell her that she can no longer be an Avenger, that they don't want her. Fear grips her throat as they wheel her to the rooms that were once hers.

"Why are we going there?" she asks before she can stop her mouth.

Steve looks at her puzzled. "Because it's your room?"

Skye wonders if Clint had chose to move out instead. "What about Clint?" she asks. "Where is he going?"

"It is his room too."

"But he doesn't want me anymore!" Skye is ashamed of the tears trailing down her face.

The two men goes still at her words, Steve crouches by her wheelchair, wiping her tears away with his calloused finger. "Skye, I assure you that that is absolutely not true."

He says that but her soul mate had not visited her once since the day she woke up. Steve exchanges looks with his soul mate who only shrugs and flings open the doors.

Clint stands at the door, loosely discomforted in a shirt that is far more formal that anything she had ever seen on him (without her begging him to wear it). He tugs at the collar and clears his throat, his eyes fill with an odd light as he watches her wheeled back into the room. The room is decorated, the 'Welcome back' banner hangs from corner to corner, nailed to the walls with arrows. He takes a tentatively step forward, his hand brushing a stray hair from her face. She hates how she automatically leans her head into his warmth, taking comfort in it before realizing that he is going to tell her how he's going to leave her.

She clenches the armrests, bracing for his words.

"Skye, you asked me before the whole major fuck up if I wanted more and the answer is yes. Every day. I always thought I had another day to ask you, to tell you."

He pries her grip off the armrest, weaving his fingers between hers. "Then I realized that day how close I came to losing you," He kneels down on one knee, opening the small jewel case. "And I can't do it again. So Skye, will you marry me and let me follow you to the ends of the world?"

She flings herself out of the wheelchair and stumbles as her broken foot is caught on the wheelchair. He catches her, spinning in the air, kissing every inch of her face.

"I thought you didn't want me!" she says when they catch their breath, blissfully uncaring of the audience they had gathered.

"Never," he whispers, sotto voce.

"So then why did you block off our bond or not visit at all?"

Clint looks exasperated and slightly embarrassed. He ducks his head as Tony chirps, "Because he can't keep a damn secret from you!"