Christmas Decorations
"You really will do anything to keep from having to do some work, won't you?"
Clint surfaces to awareness to the fond but exasperated tones of Pietro. Oh, crap, that's his "Clint is waking up in the hospital" voice. Clint will never admit that he recognises that Pietro has a particular tone that he only uses only when this happens - mainly because that would be admitting that he ends up in the hospital far too often. Which he doesn't. He ends up in hospital a perfectly reasonable amount of time considering his line of work.
Not that work had anything to do with this particular hospitalisation. Clint's pretty sure that his last memory is of stretching a bit too far out the window to attach the Christmas lights and.....
"Aw, Christmas lights, no!"
Pietro chuckles. "I really hope you're not holding a grudge against those Christmas lights. It's not their fault that you're an idiot."
"Hey!" Clint finally cracks his eyes open to defend himself, and is stunned to see the offending Christmas lights twinkling serenely at him in the hospital room.
"You decorated my room?"
"Well, Dr Cho says you'll be lucky to make it out of here by New Year so.." Pietro shrugs. "Besides someone had to show you that it is possible to decorate without it ending in injury."
Clint grins, the good drugs pumping through his system making sure he's feeling no pain. "Well, at least I got out of putting the tree up."
Pietro's voice starts to take on the "you are a complete idiot and I don't know why I put up with you" tone but Clint's not fooled; Pietro had taken the time to decorate Clint's hospital room, probably enduring the wrath of the entire hospital staff while doing so.
Yeah, Pietro loved him.
He may be an idiot, but he's Pietro's idiot.