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Kate didn’t want to call Clint. She didn’t want to be the one to tell him. She had never seen him so happy. She would have said dancing like a lunatic happy, but Clint was more likely to dance like a lunatic when he was sad then when he was happy.
Clint had *glowed* when he had told Kate that Chris was pregnant. *GLOWED*
Only girls glowed about pregnancy. Girls, and Clint apparently.
She spent a second deciding if she should find a way to swing down or if she should just run down the fire escape. She tapped her earbud as she started down, “Hawkeye?”
“Yes, Hawkeye?” Clint’s voice
“You need to get here,” she said.
“I’m a little busy,” Clint said. She heard the sound of fighting in the background .
“No, Clint,” she said reaching the street and running to where Lucky was guarding a fallen Chris, “Now,” then, “Lucky down!”
“Lucky?” Clint asked. Then he let out a small whine.
“We are in front of the vet.”
“Is she…”
“Hang on,” Kate knelt by Chris
“Clint is going to flip his shit,” Chris said to the younger woman.
Chris’ leg was trapped under rubble from the fallen building, “She is talking, but bring someone strong. She’s stuck.”
She heard Hawkeye call for Ironman. She heard panicked movement.
“Hey, Chris,” Kate said pulling the earbud out of her ear, “This is gonna be gross but I think that he’ll do better if he can talk to you.”
“Yeah, it would probably be best for everyone,” Chris said holding out a hand. When she had the thing in she asked “How do I get in touch with Hawkeye?”
“Just press it and say who you want to talk to.”
Chris pressed the earbud and said, “Hawkeye?”
Chris flinched at whatever Clint had said.
“As good as I can be with a piece of a building on my leg,” she said. Kate noticed she smiled when she said that and one of her hands were making small signs, “I’m just going to wait here for you.”
Kate wanted to give them privacy, but she took the other woman’s hand and sat there, Lucky and Nile sitting next to her, guarding the two woman. She didn’t move until Clint landed, his eyes wide in panic.
It was all movement and panic as Ironman lifted the rubble and Chris was dragged away from danger by Kate and Clint. Then there was the Pieta of Clint cradling Chris to him, their hands talking but their voices silent.
Clint looked up at Kate, “Go on, Katie. Go be a hero. I have Chris, we’ll wait for the ambulance.”
“The dogs?” she asked. She didn’t have the heart to tell Clint not to call her Katie.
“They’re good dogs. They can get home,” Clint said.
“Naw, Hawkeye,” Kate said, “I got this. Lucky, Nile, let’s get you home.”
“Katie?” Clint called after the young woman. When Kate stopped and turned he smiled up from the ground, pain in his sky blue eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you,” he said.