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It hadn't been that long since the Battle of Manhattan. Stark Industries had been funding the rebuilding of the city, and the reconstruction of Penn Station. Steve Rogers had been doing PR, because apparently that was needed (to be fair the people of New York had just survived an alien invasion). Clint had no idea what Bruce Banner was doing, but himself and Natasha were back on assignment. They might have been Avengers, but they were also SHIELD Agents, and they were needed.
This current assignment had them in Santo Marco, there was a suspected HYDRA base there. For a month Clint and Natasha had been doing recon. They'd spent a lot of time in a shitty little gutted apartment, without air conditioning and only one double bed. Though that didn't really matter, they both survived on short naps, and never at the same time. The window had a perfect view of the warehouse they were surveilling. At least it did before there was just a slight miscalculation and everything had gone to shit.
It had been Clint and Natasha against a large number of HYDRA members, and they'd been able to hold up for a while before they were overwhelmed by the sheer number, and Clint was hit. It'd started as a fight on the roof, and ended with him getting pushed off it, and the fall was only about two stories, but it wasn't enough of a fall for him to catch himself with an arrow, so he did the next best thing which was prepare for impact with the ground.
