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“He never misses, he never quits, and never loses,” Coulson said. He sat down at the table in the conference room with a sigh. “If you’re alive, it’s because he wants you alive.”

“But why did he want me alive while he killed everyone else?” Steve asked. He held a ice bag to his bruised face and propped his foot with the cast on the chair beside him. “I mean, he killed the whole STRIKE team, pointed an arrow at me before he jumped off of the roof.”

“He jumped off of the roof?” Hill asked and furrowed her brows.

Steve turned around, winced and nodded. “Yeah,” he said, “He pulled an arrow out and then he jumped.”

“We found some hook in the wall of the opposite skyscraper. R&D’s taking a look at it at the moment,” Maria said.

“That still doesn’t explain why he let me live,” Steve huffed.

Phil took a deep breath and gave him the file he had had in front of him. “I think we have an idea,” he said. “All the members of this STRIKE team seemed to be involved with HYDRA.”

“HYDRA?” Steve’s eyes went wide. He knew this terrorist group had their fingers everywhere but within SHIELD? He couldn't believe it.

“Why would SHIELD agents collaborate with terrorists?” He asked and tried to frown but his face hurt like a motherfucker.

“Maybe they are HYDRA agents who are sent to spy on us?” Maria suggested.

“Steve, you know that Hawkeye is known to pick his own jobs. Yes, he’s an assassin for hire but he… we looked over all his assassinations and every single one of them deserved to die, so to speak,” Phil said.

“So, you want to tell me he’s a good guy? Like Robin Hood?” Steve asked incredulously.

“No, of course not. He’s still an assassin and we want to arrest him,” Maria sighed. “Even if he took lots of bad guys off of the streets.”

“Don’t remind me,” Steve sighed. After all, it was his job to find and arrest Hawkeye. But for the next weeks he was on sick leave till his broken ankle was healed. He just opened his mouth to say something when they heard a knock at the door

“Come in,” Phil said and the door went open. Outside were a junior agent and a man with dirty blond hair.

“Oh my god, Steve!” The guy said as soon as he laid eyes on Steve, hurried around the junior agent and went to Steve.

“I’m sorry, sir, he insisted to bring him to Agent Rogers,” the young man said.

“It’s okay, Agent Rand, he’s his husband,” Phil said and dismissed the junior agent.

“I’m fine, Clint,” Steve just reassured the man beside him, who looked over his injuries and was really upset. “It’s… it was just an accident.”

“He’s on sick leave for the next weeks, Mr. Barton-Rogers,” Phil said with a smile. “And I expect him to stay at home.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him,” Clint smiled.

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“For once, could you please stop pretending everything is peachy and actually talk to me?” Steve hissed and glared at Clint, who was lying on a creeper under his car. He dropped whatever tool he had just used and cursed silently.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Steve,” he said then but he stayed where he was, hidden under his car.

“Is that so?” Steve asked. “And why did I just get a call from your doctor who said you missed an appointment?”

Clint cursed again, but this time hands appeared at the body of the car and he pulled himself out. He just looked at Steve and sighed.

“What’s wrong, Clint?” Steve asked. “Why did you have a doctor’s appointment and why did you miss it?”

“I injured myself when I renovated the last house,” Clint said. He turned around and collected the tools lying around the car but Steve knew he just didn’t want to look at him. “Nothing serious, just a scratch that needed stitches.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Steve asked incredulously. He reached for Clint’s shoulder and spun him around.

“Why? Maybe because you’ve been on a mission for the last weeks and I just forgot when you came back,” Clint said. “And I didn’t go to the follow-up because it’s futile. The doctor’s going to look at the stitches and then tell me that everything is okay.”

“Let me see it,” Steve said. Clint’s brows hit his hairline.

“What?” He asked.

“The stitches,” Steve said. “Let me see them.”

“Why?” Clint frowned. He licked his lips and went to his toolbox to put his tools away. Steve followed him.

“Clint,” he reached for his shoulder and turned him around. “Please.”

Clint licked his lips again and cast his eyes down for a second before he nodded. He shrugged out of his pants and Steve saw it, a circular wound in his thigh.

“That…” Steve stopped, closed his mouth, opened it again and then looked up at Clint. “It looks like a gunshot,” he said.

“Or like someone failed to use the nailgun,” Clint sighed. He hated it to have to lie to Steve but he couldn’t tell him that his SHIELD colleagues got too close and one of them managed to hit him.

“The nailgun?” Steve echoed and Clint was thankful he didn’t look up that moment.

“Yes,” he lied. “Gary shot a nail in my thigh and the doctor removed it and stitched it up.”

“Gary? Who’s this Gary-guy?” Steve asked and glared at him in righteous indignation.

“Calm down, honey,” he smiled. “Gary’s someone who works as carpenter and sometimes I meet him on sites.” Somehow it was cute that Steve was so angry at someone he had just made up.

“Tell him if he injures you again he’ll have to talk to me!” Steve said. “And tomorrow we’ll go to you doctor for your checkup.”

Clint chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Yes, mom.”

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[clintbartonruinedmylife]

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“It’s going to be okay,” Clint said and sat down beside Steve. He handed him a mug with tea and slid up to him to lean against his shoulder.

“You can say that,” Steve grumbled. He glared at the cast around his ankle, “You’re not the one who has to hobble around on crutches for weeks.”

“It will heal,” Clint put his feet onto the coffee table beside Steve’s cast. “And in a few weeks you’re going to chase your evil guy again.”

“And in the meantime this fucker will kill more…” Steve shut his mouth and took a long sip of his tea. He knew he shouldn’t talk about his case, it was classified after all.

“Soon you’re back and then you will get whomever you’re looking for,” Clint said. He looked at him through his lashes and Steve couldn’t resist, he had to lean over and kiss him.

“I don’t want to go,” Clint murmured after a long moment, just sitting beside Steve.

“You have to go, Clint,” Steve sighed. “This job is too profitable to let it go.”

“It’s just a renovation, babe,” Clint said and pursed his lips. “And I don’t want to leave you alone for so long.”

“Don’t worry, Bucky and Sam will come over to help me if necessary,” Steve said. “And by the way, you said it’s going to be okay.”

“Don’t use my own words against me,” Clint smacked his arm with a grin. “But honestly, will you manage?”

“Clint, I only broke my ankle. You prepared enough food for three weeks and I know how to use a microwave. If I need help I can call Bucky and Sam and you’re only gone for a week.”

“Fortunately they don’t want me to renovate a whole house, just the attic,” Clint sighed. “If I go the extra mile I’ll be back in five days.”

“You do your job, and I promise to sit on the couch and prop up my leg,” Steve smiled. “And after all, I have a score to settle with an assassin, and I need both my legs to hunt him down.”

“That’s the spirit, honey,” Clint said and kissed his nose. “I bet, next time you’ll get your evil guy.”

“I sure as hell will,” Steve grumbled. “And then he’ll be in for a nasty surprise.” Clint patted his arm.

“That’s for sure.”

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