Day 2 Explosion - Clint/Tony Whumptober
Clint was not a genius, but he wasn’t dumb either. His report cards were filled with C’s and the occasional D with only one A. In PE.
All his friends were super smart and even certified geniuses and in comparison, Clint really was just a dumb jock, though Clint didn’t mind too much. Especially when Tony caught Clint staring in chemistry class and smiled at him one of his real, sweet smiles he usually reserved for Clint.
So Clint’s last brain cells decided to leave and he grabbed the wrong things from the chemical cabinet without noticing.
It should have been a simple color change and smoke reaction, but then it started bubbling and that wasn’t what the teacher had demonstrated.
“Get down,” Clint shouted and most people instinctively reacted to his authoritative tone, but Tony didn’t. Curiosity or no self-preservation didn’t matter.
Clint vaulted over the table and nearly tackled Tony to the ground when there was a loud noise and he was thrown forward. He hit the ground and a table, pain radiating over his back, his front and his head, scrambling his thoughts.
Was there a high pitched sound or were his ears ringing?
He needed to move. He needed to get up and make sure Tony was okay, make sure everyone else in the room was okay, but his body wouldn’t obey him, wouldn’t overcome the pain.
Something touched his face. It was cool and soothing and Clint closed his eyes to enjoy it fully, but the touch turned firmer and Clint realized it was hands and fingers brushing his cheeks and temples.
The ringing slowly subsided and he opened his eyes again to see the AC/DC t-shirt Tony had worn earlier directly in front of him.
“...okay. Come on, it’s fine. You’re an idiot for jumping in front of it, but I’m not mad. You could have been fine if you just ducked underneath a table, but no. No, you had to use your athleticism to be a hero and it’s so stupid, but I’ll pretend that it’s hot if you’ll just be fine.”
“Liar,” Clint croaked, trying to tilt his head up, but he flinched away from the motion due to a searing pain at the back of the neck. “What’s going on?” He wasn’t going to panic. Not yet. Tony didn’t sound too worried, so it couldn’t be too bad. Clint still felt all of his limbs. It was just pain.
"It looks like you got some burns on your back because you threw yourself at me. It's fine though. 911 has been called and the hospital will fix you right up. Nothing to worry about. And then we have that date watching the Olympics you’ve been talking about.”
“Fuck. If you agree to that, it must be pretty bad.”
“You scared the shit out of me.” Tony’s hands tightening on Clint’s head and loosened quickly when Clint winced. “You didn’t move for a long time.”
“I’m sorry.” Clint forced himself to move his arm so he could grab Tony’s hand tightly. “I could only think of getting you out of the way.”
Tony exhaled harshly. “Well, it’s going to be fine. I’m going to get you the best care and you won’t have to worry about a thing.”
Smiling Clint closed his eyes again but didn’t stop squeezing Tony’s hand to show him that he was still awake. “With you by my side, I will never worry about a thing.”
“Good, because I will never leave.”
Maybe it was too early to declare such a thing as they were both still teenagers, but for Clint, he already knew Tony was it for him.
And he would never regret it.
