Pizza Strife

3: Medical

Clint couldn't believe this was his life.

First Steve had taken a punch from Hyperion, the kind of punch that cracks concrete, it was awful. Leaving him with a concussion, a pretty bad one, doctors said it would take him a few days to recover.

Natasha had a broken knee. It was definitely bending at a weird angle and he didn't need his good eyesight to know.

One of Nighthawks latest weapons dropped Tony from the sky leaving him unconscious in a rubble of dirt.

Sam's own flechettes had been fired back at him, he had bruised ribs and a mighty bad headache considering the complaining.

Hulk had... It was complicated. Hulk had what Clint would call a fever, except a gamma version that seemed much worse than a human fever.

Basically he was raging hot and lethargic. It took Clint more time to get Hulk to stand up than it did for him to gather the rest of the team.

And Thor.

Thor was actually okay, apart from the broken foot which was currently sealed in a boot.

And last but not least Clint dropped his pizza.

Pizza, the most incredible food out there was now upside down on the cream sticky tiles of the closest hospitals floor.

Clint felt like he could cry right now.

He was exhausted.

Not only had Steve refused to back down from a fight, Clint had to almost drug him to get him onboard the jet away from Hyperion.

Who then decided to try and take out Clint with his laser eye beams.

Thor had his own pride the size of the moon and it took several attempts for him to admit that he was injured and could no longer battle.

Natasha had been easier. He says while nurturing the twisted ear he got when he told her she needed to stand down.

The Squadron Supreme had then targeted the remaining three.

Hulk was the first to go down. Then Sam.

And that left Clint with 2 trick arrows left.

How he had walked away he didn't know.

But out thinking them had worked. He had gotten his team to a hospital where they would all recover.

He knew they would because they were fighters.

"Barton!"

Clint lifted his gaze from the saddening sticky mess of his pizza to see Fury marching over with several shield agents with him.

"You call me from a public hospital and then hang up on me?" Fury glared. "What's going on?"

Clint sighed. He was tired, he was worried and stressed and worst of all he was hungry.

"Teams all in rooms, from 1-6." Clint explained looking back at his pizza. "Natasha is still in surgery and Tony hasn't worked up yet."

The silence that followed was unsettling.

"The Squadron Supreme." Fury said eventually. "They're a threat."

Clint lifted his gaze his heart coming to a stop.

"What?" He whispered.

"They believe they took down the Avengers." Fury continued. "So their next plan will be coming into action."