Marvel Imagines

Clint - Civil War

Summary: y/n gets injured during Civil War

The avengers, you thought. We were supposed to be united, the team that could stop all the bad. Now look at us.

The fight was in full swing and there seemed to be no end. Tony had gotten a kid into the battle. A high schooler against grown adults. How stupid could he be? You were with Cap on this one. Tony was in the wrong and desperately needed a reality check. There was no way you were signing those accords.

"Y/n? Where are you?" Clint's voice spoke through your earpiece.

"Rhodey. He's got me a little busy over here." You dodged another one of his attacks. Unfortunately, he had the upper hand here. Why couldn't you get one of those cool suits?

"You need backup?"

"Just give me a second." You looked over at one of the shipping containers and couldn't help but smirk, a plan forming in your head. "I've almost got him."

You sprinted towards it as Rhodey flew overhead. Climbing on top of it, you waited for him to take the bait. You could practically hear him laughing at you as he raised his arm and fired. The entire shipping container exploded, hurling you into the air and straight into Rhodey. Exactly where you wanted to be.

You swung yourself onto his back and slid your hand under the metal plating covering him. Your goal was not to kill him, only to deactivate his suit. He was making it too easy for you. He spun himself in circles, trying to get you off of him. You felt one of your fingers touch a wire and you hooked it and pulled as hard as you could. You desperately hoped it was something important to the functions of his suit.

"Oh come on!" You heard him yell in frustration.

You found another wire and did the same. A whirring sound alerted you that it had done something. Revelling in your success you didn't see Tony nearing you until it was too late.

He pulled you off of him, then dropped you. You never truly realized how high 30 feet could be until you were falling from it. You did everything you could to protect your head before you hit the ground.

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You're entire body hurt and your ears rang. You slowly opened your eyes, seeing someone kneeling above you. The figure was fuzzy and you couldn't quite make out who it was. They were saying something to you, but you couldn't understand.

You weren't quite sure what had happened. You didn't even know where you were. The only thing that you could think of was that you were hurt. Badly.

The person above you finally started to come into focus. It was a man and he was scared. You recognized this man.

"Clint?" You whined, trying to move your arm in an attempt to console him. Pain shot through your entire body.

"Y/n! Oh, thank God." He held himself back from hugging you. He did however, let one of his hands gently grasp one of yours to comfort you. "I'm going to find a way to get you out of here, okay?"

"Mmm. What's happening?" You couldn't really focus on anything happening in the background. It all looked fuzzy.

"Uh... well, Tony dropped you and everyone is pretty pissed at him, even some of his own team. Rhodey had a fall too. Cap and Bucky are gone. So we're criminals and we're not going anywhere good after this."

"Oh."

"That's definitely one way to put it. Listen, if I can get Sam over here, we can get you somewhere to be treated. Tony won't have to know where you are and I'm sure he doesn't want to after what he did. Are you going to be okay with that?"

You tried to think about it, but thinking hurt your brain. Eventually you came to the conclusion that Clint wouldn't be with you. You would be safe and he wouldn't. Wherever he would be going... you could be without him for a very long time.

"No... I- I want to be with you. I have to. I can't just... no. Not okay."

"Hun, I need you to understand how serious this is. Please don't make this harder than it needs to be. You could die if you're not treated correctly within the next 24 hours."

"Clint, I need you. Don't leave," you begged him, tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie. I really am. I just want you to be okay."

"I can't be okay without you."

He gave you a sad look before speaking into his earpiece. He told Sam to come and get you. To take you to the closest place where you could be well cared for.

It didn't take more than 30 seconds before Sam showed up. He could tell you didn't want to go. While Clint helped you up and tried to situate you comfortably in Sam's arms, you were sobbing. You had refused to let Clint's hand go.

"I love you, but you need to let go. Please." He leaned down and kissed you softly. It was a goodbye kiss. Maybe the last one you'd ever share.

You let your grip loosen, allowing him to free his hand.

"I'm sorry."

Those were the last two words you heard from him for a long time.