Avengers Requests

"She should've been back hours ago." Clint sighed running his hands through his hair. 

Steve frowned and checked his watch. You'd gone on what should've been an easy mission, taking back some stolen weaponry, you hadn't thought you'd need back up. It was now 7:06pm though, and you'd left for the mission at 1pm. 

"I don't know why we haven't sent out a team to find her, or why we don't go ourselves." Natasha said, exasperated.  

"I told you already, Ms.Romanoff, we have no idea what has happened to Ms.Y/N/L, we can't risk sending anyone else." Coulson said calmly. 

"What if she's dead!?" Clint shouted, turning to face Coulson, "I can't stand around here any longer." Clint made to walk towards the door. 

"Wait a sec, Barton." Tony started before turning to face Coulson, "What if I go with Clint? My armour protects me and I can get us both out of there quickly if there's a problem." Clint shot Tony a thankful look. 

Coulson considered this for a moment. "Fine. But get out of there quickly if there's a problem, do you understand?"

Tony and Clint agreed, and Coulson gave them your coordinates. 

***

Tony and Clint arrived in a forest about 30 minutes from the tower, and after nearly an hour, they still hadn't found you. 

"Y/N! Please answer me, I'm not leaving without you!" Clint shouted frantically. He'd imagined every possible thing that could have happened to you and all that had done had increased his worry tenfold. 

"Maybe we should go-" Tony started. 

"No! I'm not leaving without her, Tony. I mean it. Go if you want, but I'm not."

Tony sighed. "I care about her too, we all do, but we've been here an hour and I'm pretty sure we're just going in circles now." His voice was soft. 

"Then maybe we should walk straight." Clint snapped and took off before Tony could answer. 

"Y/N! It's Clint, can you hear me!? Y/N!" Clint shouted in every direction, looking around and holding an arrow ready to fire incase he and Tony were ambushed. 

Tony heard something and stopped dead. 

"What are you-" 

"Shh, listen!" Tony put his finger to his lips and strained his ears. 

"Clint! I'm here!" They heard far off in the distance.  

"Y/N!" Clints eyes went wide and he looked relieved. 

"Clint!" Your voice was strained, you'd been screaming for hours. 

"I'll fly over the forest and see if I can spot her, try and follow her voice though." Tony said before launching upwards. 

"I'm coming baby but you gotta keep shouting for me so I can follow your voice, okay?" Clint shouted in the general direction your voice was coming from. 

"I'm over here! I fell down a ditch! Hurry, please, my leg!" He could hear you crying and his heart lurched at the sound, and he picked up his pace and started running before being lifted off the floor. 

"It's me, I found her!" Tony sounded in his ear, and within seconds he'd flown them to where you were. 

You were in a ditch, your face bloody and tear stained, your leg twisted at unnatural angles, leaves stuck in your hair and mud caking your clothes. 

"Oh thank god!" Clint choked out, running towards you and kneeling at your side, "What happened?"

"The car carrying our weaponry drove up behind me so I ducked out the way so I wouldn't be seen and ended falling into this ditch face first. I caught my leg on the way down and I'm pretty sure it's broken." You replied, glancing at your right leg worriedly. 

Clint placed an arm between your shoulder blades and helped you sit up, his other hand holding one of yours. "Why weren't we able to contact you?"

"I broke my com when I fell and I can't find my phone. For future reference I'm never going on a mission alone again, I'm clearly not cut out for it." You laughed weakly. 

"Agreed." Clint and Tony said in unison, smiling too. 

"I'll contact Coulson and get a jet set here asap." Tony said, while Clint pulled some leaves from your hair.

***

Coulson sent a quinjet to collect the three of you and bring you back to the tower. You were taken into surgery to pin together what turned out to be a broken shin and knee, and you were now tucked into a hospital bed, still feeling giddy as the anaesthesia hadn't completely wore off. 

"That could have been so much worse." Clint sighed, taking your hand. 

"But it wasn't. I'm okay. My legs gonna be in a cast for a while which means no missions for now, and my nose is sore, but I'm going to be completely fine." You smiled, squeezing his hand. 

"It does ease my nerves knowing you won't be on a mission for a while. My heart still hasn't recovered from today." He joked. 

"Like I said, no more solo missions for me, I'm clearly better in a team." You laughed.

"I couldn't agree more. Now get some sleep you, I'll come check on you in a few hours." He leant forward and kissed your nose, causing you to giggle. 

"I love you." You replied, snuggling into the bed as much as your cast would allow. 

"I love you more." Clint smiled warmly at you and then left the room, switching the light off as he went.