I Didn't See That Coming-HAWKSILVER-

Four

3rd POV

[A fee weeks later]

No one really saw Clint much anymore maybe only when he wanted coffee or walking to the training room (ALWAYS BY HIMSELF) even if had almost been ten moths. (However he did go back a few weeks ago which didn't help). Nat seemed to be back to herself. Not completely but she seems to have a handle on how to cope and respectively move on better then the archer.

They all had attempted to comfort the assassins but nothing seemed to work in the earlier stages.

Pietro POV

All I wanted to do was run and run and run no matter how exhausted I was becoming. Running was the only thing I have been doing since I comforted Barton at the farm house. All my head was occupied by the image of one of the toughest Avengers I knew completely broken. I wasn't sure of what happened, only that I knew they where dead.

I began to run faster around the empty, silent training room.

I can't shake the feeling of, Clint, sobbing into my chest. Maybe part from Miss Romanoff, I was the only one he had accepted comfort from. I remember the light feeling I had when I held him and he -kinda- held me. The lightness in my chest. However I remember feeling sick to my stomach. All could,  and can feel is hatred towards myself. I felt so light when he was sobbing in the deepest pain. This feeling hasn't left me for almost a month. What is wrong with me.

The sound barrier broke from the force of my running but I continue to run faster.

I was so fucking selfish.

Faster.

No. I AM so fucking selfish.

Faster.

What if he saw the split second smile that cornered my lips when I felt that lightness. Fucking hell.

Faster. Faster.

"YOUR SO FUCKING SELFISH" I screamed before seeing the ground come closer and my vision blur.

Clint POV

I couldn't be trapped in my head anymore. I need to blow off some steam.

I changed into my suit and grabbed my bow. The only place that could make me feel less numb was the training room. The one place I could clear my mind and not have to hid my screams or cry's considering the room is sound proof.

I put in the password and began walking in to the room. To my surprise the lights where already on. I looked down at my watch.

3:42 am

I would trine at times like this cuz I knew on one els would be but the lights where...on?

I glanced around the huge room. No simulations, no training equipment, no past mission simulations it was just empty apart from the few matts in the middle of the wide and tall room.

I scanned the room some more till my eyes fell upon something light blue at the end of room. I took a few steps forward to get a better look.

Oh crap.

I ran as fast as I could to the end of the training room. My chest tightened and my palms began to swat as I approached an unconscious Pietro.

I kneeled down beside the speedster. I lightly pushed is shoulders so he would be lying in his back. His chest lightly elevating and descending.

Thank God.

I noticed his face was tear soaked.

"Pietro? Hey, wake up"

He murmured for a second before coming to his senses and sat up panicking.