Survival Of the Fittest (Hawkeye Fanfiction)

Chapter 33: Devestating Hit (Black Widow)

"No," cried out Clint and it was enough to make Meda want to vomit. She had seen what happened, although she wished that she hadn't.

Clint had released an arrow and it had veered a bit off target and sliced through Fulvus's throat. From where she had been Meda saw the spurt of blood coming from his neck.

Clint darted forward, despite how much Natasha had tried to call him back. He darted to the side of the building and began to scale it. Natasha ran up and continued shooting. Luckily the base was rather small so not a lot of people were manning it at the moment. That gave them a bit of an advantage.

Clint had some trouble climbing and Meda tried to help. She had become an expert at climbing ever since she had learned to climb a tree as a kit. She helped him through the difficult spots before both of them emerged on top of the building. Clint darted forward and Meda decided to give him some space.

"Fulvus," wailed Clint as he took Fulvus's shoulders in his hand and shook.

Meda let out a hiss as she darted forward and pushed him backwards. "Don't do that," she spat. "That'll just make it worse!"

Clint listened to her, surprisingly. She lowered down and pressed her nose behind his ear. There was still a faint pulse. She flipped him over on his back and looked at the wound. She pressed her paw to it as she tried to soak up as much of the blood as possible. "We have to keep it clear of his airways or he'll choke on his own blood." She wasn't really sure who she was speaking to since Clint was totally zoned out.

She turned him on his side so that he couldn't breathe any of the blood. It was just a flesh wound so he shouldn't die but things could happen. It wasn't long before Natasha had brought the quinjet over and positioned it on the building. Meda and Clint carried Fulvus onboard.

On the ride back he had started to wake up but all that he would do was let out cries of pain. Meda tried to calm him down but there was no good way to do it. He was distraught and had no idea what was going on around him. He managed to make out Meda's face but it was blurry and it gave him a headache.

His talons curled in on his paws in pain and Meda stretched out a paw to grasp Fulvus's paw in her own. "It's going to be okay, Fulvus. We're going to get you help."

Fulvus shook his head and Clint lowered down to keep it still. "You can't move your head, Fulvus. You'll just cause more pain to yourself."

"He really can't understand you," Meda meowed as she took her paws and pressed it against Fulvu's neck to try and stop the constant flow of blood. "Natasha, please try to get up back as fast as you can. I don't know how much longer he's going to be able to hold on."

Natasha turned back. "I'm trying but we can only go so fast."

Meda turned back to Fulvus as his body went stiff. Meda pressed an ear against his chest and felt his heart beating fast. "We really need to get there. He's going into shock."

Clint was looking almost as pale as Fulvus was. Meda lowered down and pressed her head against his. "You have to hold on for a little bit longer."

When they finally landed medical crew were waiting. They came in and Meda growled a bit as they approached. When she realized that they were trying to help she took a step back and allowed them. They picked up Fulvus and Fulvus let out a groan, his head thrashing from side to side.

"What happened," asked one of the first respond members.

Meda saw that Clint wasn't going to answer so she did. "Arrow to the throat," answered Meda as she looked up. "We tried to stop the bleeding but-"

"We'll take it from here," the man assured as he wheeled Fulvus away on a stretcher.

Clint surged forward and Meda was at his side. "May we come," Clint almost begged with his hand shaking.