âFuck!â Clint snarled as he realized the team had extractedâwithout him.
He breathed through his nose, a hand pressed to his bleeding side, trying to stay calm and keep his heartbeat regulated.
It had been a messy fight, and there was glass and dust and all sorts of other debris everywhere. Kate rounded the corner of the building, trying to take stock of the damage, when she stopped. There was a man leaning against the wall, hand pressed to his side.
"Shit," she said, dropping the broom and rushing to his side. She pulled off her apron and pressed it into his side. "Okay, I don't know much first aid but I think you ought to lie down."
âNahâŚitâs just gonna hurt for a bit. You should goâŚget somewhere safe. Who knows whatâs lurking about,â Clint said, thinking itâs pointless to try and save him at this point.
"I'm pretty sure the fight is over, so let me take care of you," Kate insisted. "I can't see under your uniform but this feels like a lot of blood and that's bad. Is there someone i can call? I doubt the phones are working.
She had a suspicion he was one of the avengers but wouldn't mention it. The uniform looked too professional and high tech to not be.
âLines are down and my comm is compromised,â Clint offered. âIâll be fineâŚitâs just a flesh wound. Just need to get to the tower and theyâll patch me up.â

















