I'm suffering from some pretty severe vertigo-like symptoms, but my doctor's office just canceled all my appointments for the next three months, so I can't get what it is properly diagnosed, so I am just dizzy and suffering In Addition to the stuff that's happening right now, and I could honestly use a hug. Or other people getting hugs. Something.
ugh, that SUCKS. i’m sorry that’s what you’re dealing with. <3
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“Hey, Tash, you’re gonna need to take the wheel,” Clint says asthey’re trudging into the jet and then sways to the side and nearlyfalls, barely catching himself on the netting covering the wall ofthe Quinjet.
“Whoa,” Stevesays, darting over and shoring him up by the elbow. “Hawkeye?”
Clint presses a handto his forehead and moans under his breath. “It’s fine, I’mgood. Vertigo.”
“It’s beenawhile,” Natasha says, pausing to cup his cheek.
Clint squints at herand gives her a half-assed smile. “Yeah, it’s getting better.”It’s been a problem ever since he damaged his hearing, but Nat’sright. The episodes are coming less and less frequently. One thingthat’s getting better.
“Good,” she saysand then looks over her shoulder to where Tony and Thor are coming upthe ramp. “Get him lying down.”
“I can managemyself,” Clint complains.
Nat snorts. “No,you can’t.”
“Libel,” Clintsays.
“Actually, that’sslander,” Tony cuts in. “Except it’s true.”
Clint flips him offover Steve’s shoulder as Steve walks him in toward the benches.“Says the manchild.”
“Takes one to knowone!”
“It’s like beingin third grade,” Bruce says to Thor, hitting the button to closethe ramp.
“I wouldn’tknow.” Thor shoots him a little grin, setting Mjölnir down on thefloor near the wall.
Clint closes hiseyes as Steve helps him ease down onto the bench. Everything isspinning slowly and it’s not bad for a vertigo episode, but it’snever fun. He lays his head on the bench back and takes a couple slowbreaths, hoping to keep the nausea at bay. The jet vibrates beneathhim as Tash powers it up, and he can hear the others milling around,winding down from the mission.
Then someone dropsonto the bench beside him. “Hey, birdbrain. You got everything youneed?”
Clint stifles asmile. “Yeah. Just gotta wait it out.”
Tony slips an armaround his waist, leaning his head on Clint’s shoulder, realcasual-like. “You’ve been handling what happened like a champ.”
Clint shrugs theshoulder Tony’s lying on, just because he can. “We’ve all beenthrough shit.”
“Yeah, and you’restill crushing it. It’s fine, you know, if you’re not. We’renot going to chuck you out because you’re messed up.”
Clint’s throatconstricts until he couldn’t answer even if he wanted to.
Tony nuzzles againstClint’s shoulder like he’s settling down for a nap. “We gotyou, Legs, m’kay?”
It kills Clint thatthis is coming from the guy who’ll work himself into the ground forthe slightest perceived mistake. He’s gotta tryand believe that. “I hear you,” he rasps.