The Life That Pietro Saved

7.5

The day after Pietro woke up, Clint put an arm around Pietro. He was careful to avoid the tubes on the cannula and IVs, moving him slowly. The sokovian still had unhealed internal wounds.

He looked to Bruce and Tony from across the room, looking back at Pietro who was lying in the hospital bed, grimacing at the movement but nodded for Clint to continue.

Finally, he was sitting up for the first time since Sokovia. He panted, supporting himself on his arms as he felt unstable. Clint smiled, kissing his cheek and stroking his messy hair.

Pietro smiled slightly, wavering a bit and breathing hard, tensing every muscle he had control of to stay upright.

The speedster's lungs were yet to have healed fully from the four bullet wounds they sustained and this drained Pietro, he got tired so easily because of lack of oxygen. He could become exhausted just from talking with Clint for a while.

Pietro gave a broken grin, cheeks rosy as he shakily lifted a hand to place comfortingly on Clint's cheek, wiping a tear he didn't know was there.

"Do not cry, Clint. It is okay." Pietro's electric blue eyes were glassy with unshed tears.

The assassin had realized that they were all proud of his boyfriend for sitting up. Such a simple task now required so much effort.

Pietro lost his balance and leaned all of his weight against Clint. This was the first time he realized his core muscles didn't work.

He was laid back on the bed carefully, sighing.

"S'okay, baby. S'okay. We'll try again when you're ready." Clint rubbed his arm reassuringly.

Pietro nodded weakly and yawned.

"Get some rest. I'll get those geeks to leave you alone." Clint kissed Pietro.

"Hey!" Tony defended.

"It's the truth." Clint shrugged.

"No!" Stark whined

"Yes!" Clint mimicked.

"You kind of are, Stark." Pietro muttered, half asleep.

"Okay, okay, don't gang up on me." The genius, playboy, billionaire, philanthropist admitted. "I'll leave you lovebirds alone, but I need to run some more tests when you wake up."

"Mhm." Pietro grunted, trying to reposition himself comfortably.

Clint assisted his boyfriend to lay the way he wanted.

"Comfortable?" He asked as the scientists left.

Pietro nodded, patting the bed.

"I'll hurt you."

"Net..." Pietro denied. "Lay with me, you must be tired from training."

Clint didn't admit that he hadn't been to training today, he had stayed while his favorite russian was sleeping just in case. "Okay."

He carefully laid by the paralyzed avenger, making himself as small as he could to give Pietro most of the room on the twin bed.