Promise - Kate Bishop

2.3 - Medicine and a Safe House

Running down the street, Clint quickly led Kate to a subway.

"Where are we going?" Kate asked.

"Getting further away from those people trying to kill you." Barton answered.

"Right. And after that?"

"We'll need some supplies."

"Hell yeah. Avenger supplies?" Kate asked excitedly.

"Shit.." Jasin hissed, attempting to wiggle out of Clint's grip, which proved useless.

"Stop moving. You'll only make everything worse," Clint scolded, tightening the makeshift bandage on her leg. Yes, it was pushing all the little shards deeper, but it would momentarily stop any major blood loss.

-Skip-

Kate grabbed multiple different bandages, Neosporin, hydrogen peroxide, medical tape, Advil, and tweezers.

"Not going to lie to you, Hawkeye's a bit of a let down," Kate said, returning with what Clint had asked her to grab since he still had Jasin on his back.

"Sorry to disappoint you." Clint lied, more focused on the female on his back who's gone quieter and quieter. "You good, Jasin?"

"I'm fine." She spat, angry from being in pain. "If I die I'll seductively crawl out of hell."

"Grab some of that rubbing alcohol from over there, lower shelf." Clint requested, ignoring Jasin's most recent comment, Kate listening.

"So what now?" Kate asked, putting the item in the basket along with some q-tips and cotton swabs. "Let me guess, a safe house?"

"Yeah, not the Avenger's one though. Tony sold that, a few years ago." Clint answered, motioning with his head for them to head to the register.

"That is so sad on so many levels," Kate said, cooing the dog to follow after Clint. The dog sat down right behind Clint, and whined.

"All right. What is it? What do you want with me?" Clint asked the dog, soon shifting his focus. "Look I gotta find somewhere to stash you. Safe. And so Jasin can recover. Properly. So I can cover the suit and clean your mess."

"Stash me? I'm not a bag of money." Kate said, almost offended.

"No, you're not. A bag of money would be useful to me." Barton replied harshly.

"Next." The cashier called, Barton pushing Kate up who held the supplies.

"Hi, how are you? Merry Christmas." Kate greeted. "I actually do know a place about ten blocks away. Would a bag of money know a place?"

-Skip-

They walked across the street, soon arriving at their destination. Kate buzzed the doorbell, and when no one answered she started buzzing all of them.

When someone finally answered, she started talking, "Yes, hey, uh... Hi. Yeah, we're... Uh, I got pizza."

"Huh? What?" Some random person asked.

"I got pi... Uh-huh."

"Hello?" The stranger asked, and then suddenly the door unlocked and we slipped through. Walking up the stairs, Kate led everyone to a random room.

"Okay, well, not exactly a fortress but it'll do." Clint spoke.

"It's my aunt's place. She's in Florida for the winter, hold that for me," Kate said, handing Jasin her bow. Kate pulled out lock picks, and started working on the lock, the door soon opening.

Clint and Kate both flipped different light switches, soon illuminating the place. As Clint walked around and placed Jasin on the couch he smelt the air.

"Are there cats in here?" Clint asked.

"Just cat hair." Kate replied, setting down the stuff on a nearby table. Clint followed after her, soon rummaging through the bags in search of what he needed.

"Here. I need you to clean your wounds, use this. Use soap and disinfect it while I help your roommate." Clint informed her, soon leaving the room. Kate nodded and got to work.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Clint asked Jasin, cutting off the material of her leggings to get a better look at the damage. No, he wasn't being a pedo, he cut it at a respectable length.

"I'd be better if you get these shards of glass out of my skin." She replied, reaching for the tweezers. Clint caught her wrist, stopping her movement.

"Ok, first of all, you shouldn't even be moving. Secondly, you are not cleaning out your own wound. You've lost enough blood." Clint chastised, causing Jasin to huff, but she didn't argue. She relaxed further into the couch and Clint started picking out the shards of glass. "You're taking this surprisingly well."

"High pain tolerance. Plus glass stuck in my leg isn't the worst possible thing." Jasin replied, shrugging. Clint hummed in acknowledgement, secretly reaching over to the rubbing alcohol and hydrogen peroxide, mixing the two in a small red solo cup.

"Oh really?" Clint questioned, placing a towel under her leg as he poured a bit of the disinfectants on her cuts. Jasin hissed loudly, clenching her fists. "High pain tolerance you say?"

"Shut your filthy mouth." Jasin spoke venomously, causing Clint to pause his actions and freeze. 

"Sorry, did I scare you?" She asked in false sympathy.

 Clint rolled his eyes in annoyance, "No."

"Mhm." Jasin replied, glaring at the man when he put more of the disinfectants on her cuts. Soon enough Clint deemed the cuts fully cleaned, and put a gauze on the area, tying it down with a bandage.

"Alright, I'm going back to your apartment to get that suit. I take it you know how to clean the other minor burns and injuries?" Clint questioned, Jasin nodded. "After I get it, I'm going back to my kids."

"Oh, yes, Clint, you may enter the apartment. Don't you need the keys?" Kate's voice rang out.

"Nope. I'm good. Stay here, lock this door." He ordered Jasin, who nodded.

Once the door was closed, Jasin stood up and headed over to it, locking it. She heard a long sigh from Kate who spoke, "How are you?"

"I've been better, but it's bearable. As long as I don't rough it up more I should heal in a day. You know how quickly I heal." Jasin replied.

"Will you ever tell him?" Kate asked softly, causing Jasin to stop mid step over to the couch.

There was a tense pause before Jasin answered, "No."