“Anyone got eyes on Clint!” Steve urged, worried for his boyfriend.
They were given a mission by fury to go the islands of Paraguay as there a hint of there being a hydra hideout the coast. It was supposed to be a simple mission, infiltrate get some information and leave.
They had infiltrated the hideout and were almost done with the mission until a hydra agent sounded an alarm before they were killed by Natasha. It then turned into a full battle.
“I see him” Natasha says, dodging a bullet, running towards Clint who just collapsed.
Having been jumped by multiple hydra agents.
“We need a medic, he’s injured!” she exclaimed checking Clint’s pulse.
“His pulse is slowing down, we need that medic fast!”
“I’m on my way!” Tony says through coms, landing by Natasha.
Tonys landed, picking up Clint and Natasha, taking them to a safer area.
“Friday, do a body scan” Tony ordered.
It’s a total of three seconds before Friday reports back that Clint had six ligaments broken, a broken rib cage. And had a fever of 104 degrees.
Steve ran in at just the right time announcing that the quinjet and the medics were here.
Steve and tony carried Clint onto the stretcher carrying him into the quinjet.
“You’ll be okay, we’re gonna fix you up” Steve whispered to Clint, even though he couldn’t hear him.
—
Clint’s eyes fluttered open, feeling
nothing but pain surge through his body.
He cried out in pain, His body tensing.
Next to him somebody jolted from their sleep.
“Are you okay?” Clint turned to find it was Steve.
Clint whimpered in confusion, not understanding what Steve was saying.
“Oh right, here!” He puts Clint hearing aid back into place.
“Can you hear me now?” He says softly, not wanting to overstimulate Clint.
“Mmm.” Clint hums in response, slightly delirious.
“W’t ‘appened” Clint mumbled.
“You got injured bad, and you have a fever” Steve said slightly laughing at Clint’s muffled words.
Clint glared, a bad excuse for a glare but a glare nonetheless.
“You’re so beautiful” Steve blurted out in a trance, his eyes showing everything and more. That he wanted to say.
Clint opened his mouth to speak
“Good, your awake!” Tony commented with flare that a man should never possess.
“My sweet Brucie bear is going to be doing some testing” Tony announced, seeming excited.
As of being called upon, Bruce walked in wearing his lab coat.
Tony kissed Bruce on the lips quickly and walked out.
—
After a series of tests, they find there’s nothing alien in Clint’s body but he would be out of commission for at least a month.
He had his torso bandaged and couldn’t put any pressure on his body, or he’ll end up breaking another bone.
Right after Bruce said that Steve carried Clint to their room.
Clint didn’t even fight back at being carried like a princess, his body in too much pain to do so.
Steve gently laid Clint down on the bed. Not wanting to disturb his already injured body.
Clint grumbled, slightly mad at being put down. But now that he was on the bed he was uncomfortable, feeling his dirty clothes on his body.
Seemingly hearing his prayers, Steve comes back half naked with fresh clothes and the sound of running water in the bath.
“Ready?” Steve inquired.
“Yeah” Clint coughed out, his voice hoarse.
Steve carefully undressed Clint. Pulling off piece by piece of his clothing. Until eventually Clint was completely naked.
Throwing away the dirty clothes, Steve picks Clint up. Carrying him into the bathroom and carefully lowering him into the tub.
“Get in with me, please” Clint asked, his eyes begging.
“That was the idea anyway” Steve chuckled.
Steve shook off his last layer of clothes and got in the tub, sitting behind Clint with his legs spread. Once Steve got settled Clint pushed back into Steve’s chest.
“Clingy are we?” Steve said slightly smug.
“Shut up, I’m sick” Clint grumbled.
Right after he said that he was sent into a coughing fit.
Steve gently rubbed his back, helping him through it.
“You alright?” Steve inquired.
“Hell no, but I will be.” Clint said clearing his throat.
Steve picked up a towel beginning to rub soap into it. He first cleaned Clint’s arms carefully washing off all the dirt and grime from the previous battle.
Rinsing the towel every time he finished.
Slowly he removed all the dirt, blood, and grime off of Clint’s body. Then he washed his hair, massaging his scalp. Rinsing out the shampoo, Steve pulled the drain of the tub, letting the water run out.
After drying, and dressing them both, Steve carried Clint back onto the bed.
—
Clint got worse before he got better. He was in and out of consciousness.
Steve stayed up day and night taking care of Clint.
Each night he would whisper sweet nothings into Clint’s ear luring him back to sleep, even though he couldn’t hear it.
Steve was exhausted, and his face showed it. His bags were heavy and he was pale. but he wasn’t worse than Clint was and that’s what kept him going.
—
Steve was in the kitchen, making soup for Clint.
Now he didn’t exactly have the best cooking skills. But if there was one thing he could do it was make soup.
He carefully brought the soup to clint.
Setting it down on the nightstand. He lifted Clint up carefully, helping him sip the soup.
“Come on baby, you have to eat.” Steve said sweetly.
Clint fluttered his eyes open, and opened his mouth allowing the soup to fall down his throat.
“Careful.” Steve whispered
Once Clint ate half of the soup, Steve laid him back down. Caressing his hair, Steve sat next to Clint.
—
After two weeks of being sick, Clint’s fever finally broke.
Blinking the sleep away, Clint turned his head to find Steve fighting sleep. His head nodding off.
“Steve.” Clint called.
Steve’s head snapped up, immediately focusing onto Clint.
Clint notices the bags under an exhausted Steve’s bloodshot eyes.
"would...would you mind cuddling me?" Clint asks, voice hoarse and thick with fatigue, "M'cold.
Of course, Steve obliges, yet still fights to stay awake. Clint needs him of course.
"You can take a nap if you wanna,"Clint says, getting as close to Steve as he can "I know 'm gonna."
"But, Clint, what if..." Steve starts but Clint interrupts him.
"Steve, I'm alright now. you don't have anything to worry about. just try to sleep a bit."
"Promise you'll wake me if you need something?" Steve asks, his words already starting to slur drowsily.
"Promise, I love you."
“L’ve y’ too” Steve slurred already Galway alseep.
And with that, both Steve and Clint slip into the first truly restful sleep that either of them have had in days.