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“Clint's hit!”
Natasha raced to Hawkeye’s side and slid to her knees in the snow, snapping the med kit off of her utility belt. Machine gun fire peppered the ground around them.
“Somebody wanna deal with that bunker?” Natasha hollered into her comm.
The Hulk roared and smashed through it with ease.
“Thank you.”
Nat tore the tip of the ketamine syringe off with her teeth and injected Hawkeye in his neck. He groaned but kept still.
“Hey, look at me,” she put a hand to his cheek, angling his face towards hers, “you're gonna be okay.”
“You know that?” He grunted, winking through his pain. “Is that what you know?”
Leave it to Clint to try and make her feel better when he was hurt. Natasha sprayed some antiseptic on his injury, making him flinch.
“Felt that,” he gritted his teeth, “need stronger painkillers.”
“No, you do not. Your eyes are saucers, as it is.”
“That’s cause I gotta hot dame takin’ care of me.” He slurred, medication finally taking effect.
“Call me that again and you’re on your own.” She teased, bandaging up his side.
“I am,” he murmured, closing his eyes, “you have the Big Guy now.”
She jerked her head as if slapped. This wasn’t the first time Clint Barton caught her off guard.
“Wake up.” She hit him.
Hawkeye did nothing more than groan her name.
“I gotta get you out of here.” Natasha surveyed the area for a safer spot.
“Leave me.” He mumbled.
“I will not.” She hooked her arms under his from behind, dragged him to a nearby tree and called for the team. “Clint’s hit, guys, we need an evac.
“Natasha, Banner’s on a rampage. We could really use a lullaby right now.” Tony replied.
Nat looked down at her partner. Barton muttered ‘go, he needs you’.
“You need me.” She said without thinking.
“True.” Clint managed.
Natasha wished she was the one that got hit. It would be less painful than Clint thinking she’d leave him in this condition, for anyone.
“I'm not going anywhere, not until I get you on that jet.” She was not the Hulk’s personal sedative.
“Nat?” Stark shouted over the comms.
“You’re on your own, boys. My partner comes first.”