On the Battlefield
Tony forget his idea of building a body for JARVIS until the after the next time the Avengers had been called to assemble, and the team had nearly suffered one of their worst losses in more ways than one. It all began when HYDRA made a resurgence, and things went from bad to worse when during the fight, the world be world conquerors started using Loki’s scepter against them. They had stolen it on the day SHIELD had fallen and somehow had kept that fact quiet until this day when they began using it as a weapon against the Avengers.
The fight turned truly took its worse turn when Clint was hit by a direct scepter blast. They then all watched as he fell to the ground and he didn’t move again. Although they were all aware for the reason that Natasha had been given the codename but to witness firsthand just how lethal she could be when given the right motivation was another thing entirely as she took the half dozen heavily HYDRA goons to reach her husband’s side.
After using his shield to take down three HYDRA soldiers of his own, Steve spared a glance in their direction, and asked, “How is he? Natasha?”
But it wasn’t Natasha who answered their captain’s query though. Instead they heard Clint’s pained, and somewhat on the incensed side, voice fill the comm.
“Ah, it can’t be too bad,” Tony quipped, “Not with the way Barton is currently swearing colorfully, and quite impressively I might add, in every language seemingly known to man.”
At that crack, Clint switched to English long enough to growl at him, “You’re very lucky that you’re the dad of one of my favorite nephews and niece, Stark, or I’d so show you why you don’t poke fun at a swearing, angry, and in lots of pain master assassin!”
Tony’s team didn’t even have to be able to see his mouth in that moment to know that he had it poised to antagonize the archer further with a sarcastic retort, so Steve decided wisely to save him from any wrath by interrupting to ask, “Just how bad it is, Nat?”
Although her voice sounded calm to anyone who didn’t know her as they all did by now, Steve heard the strain in Natasha’s voice when she replied, “We need a medivac, now!”
Steve immediately switched his comm channel to the one he knew SHIELD would be monitoring, and asked, “Did you copy that, SHIELD 1-1-3-8?”
“We copied, Captain Rogers,” Coulson’s own voice responded. “Medivac have been dispatched and ETA to your location is ten minutes out.”
“Copy that,” Steve replied before switching his comm back to the Avengers frequency to tell Natasha the news.
“I don’t have ten minutes, Cap, not with the way I’m bleeding. Tasha’s doing everything that she can to stop it but I’m going to bleed out before they get here!” There was a click of silence before they heard Clint added, “You know that I’m right, Tash.”
Again there was more silence and the fact that the archer responded to her again told them that she had either shut off her comm or more likely had muted her end so they couldn’t hear what she was saying to him. “We’ve seen too many agents hurt this bad for us not to face the fact I’m not going to make it until they get here.”
Deciding that they shouldn't be listening in on the couple's intimate conversation, Steve signaled the others to switch their comms to a different frequency, "Thor, if Hawkeye is as bad as he says he is, we may need you to fly him to the medivac. Can you?".
"If Blondie doesn't do it, I will!" Tony interjected. "Although, it'd probably be safer for Birdbrain if Hammertime does it instead of me!"
“Thor?”
“I will take Barton,” Thor finally confirmed with a grunt, which was followed by the sound of his hammer connecting with HYDRA goon heads. Once he had downed the final one, he began to swing his hammer in a circle, then took off for Natasha and Clint’s position.
When he arrived, it was clear that the two master spies/assassins were completely unaware of the discussion, the decision that had been made for Clint to be taken to the medivac flight instead of waiting for it to reach him. It was clear that Thor was taking a small fraction of time to relay at least some of the conversation that had been had before he bent to left Clint with such infinite gentleness that it belied his Herculean brute strength image. But even with Thor’s great care not to hurt Clint any further, the archer let out an agonized scream before he lapsed into merciful unconsciousness.
Steve switched his comm channel back in time to hear Natasha say in a quiet, worried, and angry voice, “Don’t you dare die on me, Barton! You hear me? I maybe the Black Widow who can look death in the eye without blinking but even I don’t want to have to face telling our daughter or son that their Dad is not ever coming home again!” Not having time for anything else, she kissed Clint’s brow, touching his too pale face before she looked at the Asgardian. “Thor-”
“I will take the greatest care with him, and we will reach those who can save him in time. You have my word.”
Natasha nodded, trusting him to keep his word. She then looked at Clint and after saying a soft “Ya lyublyu tebya…” into his ear, she said to Thor, “Go!”
Thor nodded and she stepped back as he swung his hammer again, and took off into the sky.