Could we get 25 with Clint and Barney?
“Squeeze me hand if you can hear me.”
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When the dust settles, Clint's body is lying on the ground. Covered in sand, his limbs dislocated at angles they shouldn't be able to bend in. Barney rushes in, ignoring the shouts of the other members of the circus - this wasn't his fight, they said. If this wasn't his fight, then what was?
He stumbles across the sand, caught off balance by the change in ground, before he makes it to Clint's body in the middle. The context clues are clear: someone had cut the tightrope out from under him, and he'd fallen from- too high.
"Fuck, Clint," he says, panicked, eyes wide, feeling the rush of adrenaline around him, like things are going both too fast and too slow. "Clint? Can you- can you hear me? Somebody help!" he calls, over his shoulder, looking at Clint's eyes. They're closed.
Putting one of his hands on top of Clint's mouth and nose, he feels an exhale and takes a deep breath himself - Clint's still alive. But his legs are broken, that much is absolutely clear from the blood and the- well, the bones sticking out from the ripped pants.
"Clint?" he asks again, moving his brother's body onto his lap, one hand steadying his neck and his head so that it doesn't lull away from him, "squeeze my hand if you can hear me," he says, breathing too fast, too quickly, his vision is darkening - or maybe it's because of the blood?
He takes Clint's hand in his, presses it, and imperceptibly feels something squeeze back. "We're going to get you outta here, okay? We're gonna- we're- Somebody help!"
He hears and feels someone rush to his side, trying to get him away from his baby brother, but he won't go anywhere. He just won't. Not this time. Not after Jacques DuQuesne has cut the tightrope from under him.
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