Not your Fault

Chapter 12: The aftermath

"OW. Bloody hell Nat watch it." I snarl smacking Nat's lingering fingers away from my injured hip. Natasha doesn't reply but I could feel her eyes rolling like they were my own.

A beep caused both Nat and I to flinch. Clint was impatiently drumming his fingers against a car horn waiting for Nat and I to get our asses in the car or so he said. Gingerly I climb in the backseat brushing off the dust and rubble littered on the chair before collapsing with a sigh, my hand tightly holding my hip as to stop any more blood loss.

"I know what I need to do." Clint nods talking to Nat while driving mildly carefully towards the lifeboats. "The dining room. If I knock out that east wall, it'd make a nice workspace for Laura, huh? Put up some baffling. She can't hear the kids running around. What do you think?" Clint explains acting as if we weren't currently driving on a floating rock bound to explode.

Nat's lips turn into a light smile nodding thoughtfully. "You guys always eat in the kitchen anyway." She shrugs playing along with his fantasies. "No one eats in a dining room." Clint scoffs before braking a little too hard in front of the lifeboats. I jolt forward a little and stifle a cry holding my hip attempting to stop the agonising pounding.

Hundreds of people sat on the boats waiting patiently for any orders or information. Nurses and doctors tended to peoples injuries while soldiers stand, armed with guns ready for any surprise attacks.

Hulks roars bounce off the buildings obviously still trampling around somewhere in the city. Clints gaze flickers from Nat to me before opening his door swiftly.

"We don't have a lot of time." He frowns to Nat who kicks open her door her eyes locked on the archer. "So get your ass on a boat. And take this one with you." She grins jabbing a thumb at me earning a sarcastic smile from yours truly.

Clint sighs nodding, his eyes trailing her while she runs off towards Hulk or wherever she assumed he was. "So you gonna help me or what?" I shrug breaking Clint from his trance. "Shut up... Laura's gonna kill you by the way." He grins smugly tucking his arm under mine slowly dragging me towards the life boat.

"Yeah I know." I groan dreading seeing the woman who scared me more than any robot could. The man chuckles walking me towards a chair. Collapsing with a sigh I shake my head at the nurse who attempts to bandage my wound sending her off to others in need.

Clints hand rests on my shoulder giving it an affectionate squeeze while his gaze lingers on the pile of rubble that used to be a city. His touch abandons my shoulder, confusion written on my face before my eyes widen in realisation.

A small boy was trapped by the markets, Clint being the hero he is, ran at the boy his determination shielding him from any sort of fear. I couldn't rip my eyes away from the archer who pulls the child from his prison gently hugging him to his chest.

Gunshots attract my attention causing immediate fear to course through my veins.

"CLINT." I scream standing up ignoring the pain flushing through my hip. My eyes flicker from Clint to the danger up head. Ultron had taken over the quinjet. It's guns firing, heading straight towards the archer and the boy.

There was no way they would make it out of there in time, the jet only getting closer by the second. Shaking my head furiously not willing to accept the fact there was nothing I could do. Tears creep into my eyes, I was useless, unable to save Clint or the boy.

Clint spied the jet, a look of clarity falling over his face before he turned his back to the oncoming bullets, holding the boy tightly to his chest, shielding him from the fire.