Grabbing the remote on the table to your right you turn on the TV mounted on the wall across from the foot of the hospital bed. Trying to do anything to make your head stop swimming with thoughts of him. But not just thoughts, racing thoughts.
*He's my teammate, I can't be thinking these things* Rolling your eyes, you start flipping through channels.
*What things?* Peter's voice pops into the room and makes you jump.
*Ooww! Don't scare me like that Peter.* You say while grabbing your side.
*I'm so sorry, Y/N. I was just coming to see how you're feeling.* Rubbing the back of his neck you can tell he's nervous.
*I'm ok, I guess. Just tired.* Flashing him a sweet smile. Peter has come to be like a little brother to you over the past few months. Always getting himself into situations where you had to defend him against Tony.
*What things were you thinking about?* He steps closer to the bed taking a seat in the chair that Clint was in just a bit before.
*Oh, nothing you need to worry your little puberty brain about.* You turn back to the TV watching some older zombie movie.
*Oh, come ooooonnn. You can tell me! I promise to keep a secret.* He says begging for more details.
*Oh HELL NO YOU CANT! We both know you can't keep a secret to save yourself.* chuckling slightly trying not to make your wound hurt again.
*Alright...ok...ok...but, I'm gonna get it outta you one day* He pokes your arm. *So, what are we watching?* He looks up to the TV and squeals. *oooooh, ZOMBIES! YES!* He pumps his fist in the air.
*Easy now, I dont need you swinging around like a toddler on pixi sticks in here.* Giving him a side eye, you both bust out laughing.
*Ahhh, oof. You've gotta stop making me laugh.* Still chuckling while holding your side.
Peter climbs into the oversized bed and lays his head on your shoulder watching the movie intently. *I've never seen this one.* He snuggles up to you throwing the blanket over his feet.
*I think it's 28 weeks later. I've not seen it in a long time.* Scooting down on the bed you get more comfortable knowing it won't be long and you will probably be asleep again.
*Nice!* He whispers next to you.
You and Peter silently watch the film, but 20 minutes later he is fast asleep still laying on your shoulder. Smiling to yourself you close your eyes and try to rest because, you know, Dr's orders.
~Clints POV~
Walking out of the hospital room you rub the back of your neck. What am I doing? She's my partner not a love interest. *Man* Sighing to yourself.
*Barton!* Tony's voice bellows behind you.
*What's up Tony? I'm just headed upstairs to clean up.* Motioning toward the elevator.
*Look, I get it you wanna go all Hero with the Newbie, but you could have gotten her killed! I need more from you when it comes to taking new agents on missions.* He taps his pen on your chest.
*I've got it Tony. I know, I fucked up! But lesson learned, it won't happen again.* You dig your hands into your pockets exhausted and tired of his crap.
*Good! Just make sure she gets a complete refresher before she is sent back in the field.* With that Tony wanders off in the direction where Bruce was working on something.
Uuuhhhggg! I'm never gonna live this down. At least she's alive! Stepping into the elevator you barely notice Natasha standing there.
*Hey buddy.* She playfully punches him in the gut. *So when were you gonna tell me you had a thing for Y/N?* Not taking her eyes off of the folder of Intel she was reading.
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Catching The Hawk
FanfictionY/N is the newest member of the Avengers. She is having a hard time fitting in, until she finds a friendship with an unlikely partner. Or is it more? She has to face the fears of her past and the challenges of her future all while figuring out why h...
