A Maximoff By Birth A Barton By Choice

Part 1: Escape Death...Now what?

Pietro hated physical therapy, hated it with a burning passion that would make the Hulk proud. Now you maybe asking why he hates it so much? Well it hurt for starters and he hated the people they sent to do it. Most of them just wanting to get a look at him or gloat over the fact that they had aided in his recovery.

So he did what any impatient uncomfortable and down right pissed of super powered 17 year old would do. He scared them off, doing whatever he could to get them to leave him alone! So he now had 4 PT's he had scared off and he hoped they would just leave him alone now.

Oh boy was he wrong but he didn't know what was about to unfold. Pietro lay on the medical bed with his face turned towards the sun that was drifting into his room like a beautiful dance. Pietro was board and stiff and just wanted out of this hell hole!

"Alright sit up lets go." Pietro nearly jumped out of his skin when he looked over to the sudden form in the doorway. Clint Barton stood in street clothes with dark jeans boots and a tee shirt.

"What?" Pietro said confused not knowing what the archer was getting at.

"I said sit up, since word has come to me that you aren't doing your physical therapy I am here to fix that." Clint shrugged off his jacket on a chair and walked around to Pietro by the bed. Pietro was about to protest when Clint helped him sit up making Pietro wheeze from the sudden movement. He shot a glare at the older man making him grin.

"Oh I know what you have been doing and I know those guys were jerks to you but this still needs to be done shotgun so here grab my arms." Pietro was shocked at what he was hearing, he didn't want to do physical therapy! Furthest thing from it, but Clint wasn't budging and Pietro grabbed ahold of Clint's biceps with an iron grip. Clint waited until Pietro had a firm grip on his arms and slowly he eased the youth to his feet forcing him to take a few steps.

Pietro groaned and grit his teeth together as the archer forced him to walk. Slow painful steps that made him more angry that he couldn't run. God he missed running, he missed outside! Pietro was snapped out of his thoughts when Clint came to a halt. Pietro looked up at the man as Clint was setting his feet like he was getting ready for something.

"Okay kid I'm going take a few steps back so you can sit on that bench, I need to check your shoulder." Pietro didn't realize until then that he was panting for breath, that short distance making him more spent then it should have and he hated it! Unable to respond without a gasp he just nodded.

Clint took a few steps back and Pietro's grip on Clint's arms tightened, with slow and carful steps Pietro eased himself down fighting the grunt that slipped his lips as he did so. He sighed as he took ragged breaths, that had taken a lot out of him and he knew they had just started.

Clint sat next to him and untied his makeshift shirt, Wanda had been kind enough to bring him some sweat pants so he didn't have to where those paper things medical provided. Pietro watched as Clint pulled his shirt away and looked at his healing shoulder, Clint frowned as he examined his shoulder closely. Pietro shut his eyes, he was so tired, he almost yelped when he felt the archer gently pressed the pads of his fingers on some of the sore muscles in his shoulder.

Pietro's eyes shot open as he looked at Clint as he put one hand on the back of his shoulder and took his upper arm in his other. Ever so slowly he eased Pietro's arm up keeping it level, Pietro shut his eyes and bit his lip. That hurt, more then he was willing to admit but he couldn't back down now, he couldn't be weak now.

"Pietro how much does this hurt?" Came the soft voice of Clint as he watched the younger hero take deep breaths.

"D-doesn't...m'fine." Pietro gasped out as Clint held his arm steady and in place, Clint cocked his brow not believing him for a second.