You're my soulmate // Hawksilver

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Pietro's POV

We all took it in turns checking on Bucky the next few hours till he finally woke. Nat was on watch till she came and told us he was awake. Sam still wasn't, He looked very pale and was getting worse. Bucky seemed fine of course except the small pain still in his chest. I was worried for both of them.

"Hey Buck how you doin?" I asked walking into his room. I had a cup of coffee in my hands for him and I placed it on his nightstand. Bucky didn't answer me. I gave him a sympathetic look.

"Bucky c'mon," I said and he glared at me.

"Why can't I see Sam," he said through gritted teeth,

"It's not that you can't see him but I think it's best not to okay? You should rest," I said crossing my arms. Bucky ignored me again.

"Fine, be like that," I said walking out slowly, I wasn't mad at him just a little annoyed.

"Pietro wait," he called on the way out,

"Yes?" I said spinning around.

"Thank you," Bucky said, I smiled.

"It's the least I could do,"

I continued out of the room and down the corridor. To my surprise I found Sam awake and alert on the sofa, he looked scared.

"Sam, Sam you okay?" I said rushing to his side. He didn't answer we and got up walking away. I chased after him trying to tell him to sit back down but he ignored me and shrugged me off. I followed him back to Bucky's room where he stood in the doorway.

"You," Sam said softly,

"You," Bucky replied. Sam practically ran over to Bucky and smashed his lips against the others, I smiled and watched Sam's face brighten with colour and Bucky's pain go away, you could see it in the way he melted. I left giving them there privacy. I walked back into the kitchen and started to make my own lunch when I felt arms wrap around my waist. I knew who it was.

"Hey," Clint said head buried in my neck,

"Hey..." I said spinning around to face him. "You okay?"

"Mhm," he hummed, "I just missed you,"

"Clint I was gone for 10 mins," I said chuckling.

"I know," he replied and I smiled.

"What do you want for lunch?" I asked and Clint's face brightened.

"Can we have pasta?" He asked looking like a child. I kissed him on the forehead and smiled.

"Of course,"

There was a lot of moments like this with us, sometimes I was the more childish one and Clint was the more adult one but our roles often switched. It made me love our relationship even more.

"You want the tubes or twists?" I asked looking in the cupboard.

"Twists, please," Clint said jumping up on the counter.

"Okie dokie," I said grabbing the jar. This made Clint giggle.

"What?" I asked turning round with a smirk on my face.

"It's just funny, okie dokie." He said smiling and I smiled back, he really was the cutest.

"I love you," I said kissing him on the forehead again.

"I love you too," he replied. This was perfect.

A few moments later everyone else seemed to file in. Steve and Tony came in together holding hands. Nat and Wanda came in just talking and Sam and Bucky came in looking good as new and smiling. I smiled at all of them.

"Hey guys I'm making pasta for Clint do you want any?" I asked and there faces all brightened too.

"Yes please!" They all chorused. I was going to need a lot more pasta so I dunked the whole jar of twists into the bowl. This should be enough.

As I turned back to stir the pasta I felt arms wrap around my waist again.

"What's wrong?" I asked turning round to Clint.

"I don't know, I feel sad." He said tears welling up in his eyes. He brushed them away and sniffled. I looked up at Steve who was talking to Tony. I motioned to him and then the pasta and he nodded seeing Clint.

"C'mon," I said grabbing Clint's hand and leading him to my room. I lay down and opened my arms for him to lay down and he did re-wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my chest pulling me close.

"Clint," I said softly but there was no answer. I looked down to see him fast asleep. I managed to slide out from underneath him. I pulled the covers over him and sighed looking at him. I wonder what's wrong?

I trudged back into the kitchen feeling kinda down myself. I sighed sitting at one of the stools and placing my head in my hands.

"Piet, you okay?" Wanda asked me, it was a nickname she had given me when we were younger. She didn't use it much now.

"I'm just worried about him. He's not usually like this, it's normally me." I said sighing again. I heard her move over to me and then she rubbed a hand over my back. This always calmed me down. Mother used to do it when I was little.

"I know." she said and I looked up. "But I'm sure he'll be fine,

"I love him Wanda I really do," I said as she smiled softly at me then brought me in for a proper embrace.

"I know," she said again.

"Thanks sis," I said after a few seconds.

"Your welcome little brother." She chuckled and I smiled but I didn't correct her.

I just hope Clint's okay.