The Life That Pietro Saved

5.5

It was a month after Sokovia, and after much persuading, Clint convinced Pietro that they should go to Laura's for Nate's first birthday.

The wounded avenger gave up on the terrain, cursing in his native tongue.

Clint kissed him gently. "Can I help?"

Pietro's cheeks burned and he slowly nodded.

He smiled reassuringly took the handles of the chair and pushing Pietro. It was degrading. The whole situation was degrading.

He pulled his boyfriend backwards up the steps and knocked on the door.

Pietro played with a string that hung off the thin long sleeve shirt he wore. He looked down at the baggy jeans he wore. He realized they were Clint's. He'd worn Clint's clothes a lot recently, so it wasn't that big of a deal.

Laura opened the door, embracing her ex husband with one hand, baby Nathaniel in the other.

She tried not to stare, tried not to give off looks of sympathy.

Cooper ran out before they were ready. "Daddy!"

"Hey buddy!" Clint ruffled his son's hair playfully.

Pietro looked down, bracing for the kid's reaction.

Cooper's eyes widened when he saw Pietro. He couldn't blame him. He knew looked bad, thin frame sitting a bit crooked in a wheelchair. He knew he looked pitiful.

Cooper stuttered. "Hey, Pietro." He held up his hand for a high five like normal.

"Hey." Pietro high fived him, giving a half smile.

Clint put an arm around Pietro comfortingly.

Cooper looked awkwardly from place to place. "Uh, what happened?"

Pietro tried to smile, but that terrible day replayed in his mind. "Sokovia." He managed.

Cooper nodded, and Clint noticed Lila peering out the window. She looked a little nervous. He motioned for her to come outside.

Lila walked outside, hugging her dad and greeting him as normal. Pietro looked down at his lap awkwardly. His back hurt. This was a bad idea, but he had to be here for Clint.

Pietro woke up to Clint sitting on the bed and playing with his hair gently.

"Wake up, babe. We've gotta watch Peter." Clint's fingers ran through his hair.

"Mh." Pietro tried to roll over.

"C'mon..." Clint kissed his cheek. "As cute as you are sleeping, you need to wake up."

Pietro opened his eyes and sighed. "I'm tired though."

"I know, honey." Clint helped him sit up.

Pietro scooted across the bed up next to the archer.

The speedster kissed him. "How long was I asleep?"

"Few hours." Clint felt Pietro leaning onto him.

He picked up his other half, setting him in his chair.

Pietro didn't need a mirror to tell that he looked like shit. He knew his hair was sticking up in places and that this shirt was Clint's, so it was way too big for him.

Peter was laying on the couch, watching some american film. Pietro hadn't seen it before. Two men sword fought onscreen.

Clint pulled his boyfriend onto his lap.