The Life That Pietro Saved

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A week had passed. Press died down.

Clint was sitting on the bed, looking at his phone. He had been waiting for Pietro to wake up.

"'Morning, baby." He smiled slightly.

Pietro mumbled back something of a good morning, pulling himself to the edge of the bed. He couldn't get his legs untangled from the sheets. He was trapped. His world was too slow. Too slow and he couldn't do anything about it.

"Fuck this." He felt a lump form in his throat. "Fuck this."

"It's okay, honey," Clint reached out to help.

"Net!" He growled, collapsing back onto the bed, shaking his head.

"One of those days?" Clint asked cautiously.

Pietro merely nodded.

"Want me to leave?"

"Please." He looked at him. The light in his eyes was out.

Pietro laid in bed, not trying to get up. His face was buried in the damp pillow as he silently cried. He was so tired. So useless. Clint was out of the bedroom, knowing Pietro needed space.

"What am I supposed to do?" Clint asked, face in his hands. "What the fuck do I do, Steve?"

"I don't know."

"He used to be so energetic and excited. He was so happy." Clint felt tears prick his eyes. "It's so hard to see him like this."

"I'm sure he'll come around." Steve assured, sitting in he edge of the couch.

"God, I can't even help him. I can't heal him."

"Time, Clint. He'll get used to it in time."

"I hate when he has these days. I wish I could make him feel better." Clint felt a sob wrack his body. "He's not the same anymore."

Steve just listened, not having anything to say.

A crash was heard from the bedroom, followed by curses in broken english and russian.

"I better go check on him." Clint rose to his feet.

He padded down the hall to see Pietro on the floor and Peter standing in the doorway.

Pietro was sitting against the side of the bed, curled up and looking down.

Clint pushed past the kid, sitting on the floor in front of Pietro.

"Can I help you up?" Clint asked.

He shook his head fiercely.

"Can I touch you?" Clint tried to measure what he could do without pissing the man off.

Pietro looked up at him uncertainly for a minute before nodding.

Clint put his hand on his boyfriend's arm and ushered Peter away.

"Can I kiss you?" Clint ran his hand through the silver hair, then wiping the tears.

Pietro nodded.

Clint leaned forward, gently pressing his lips against the younger's.

"Will you tell me what's wrong?" He asked quietly.

"It is slow." He vibrated, a blue mist radiating off of him. "So much energy and I cannot run."

It was Clint's turn to nod.