Before the War - {Clintasha} - {Pre-Avengers} [#Wattys2019]

Chapter 2: Target Engaged

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On with the second chapter:

The assassin's eyes snapped awake as the harsh glare of light from an opening door trickled into the dark bedroom. Natasha Romanoff squinted at the light, then held her hand just above her eyes to shield them from the brightness.

"Nat?" It was Barton.

Natasha was quick to push herself up in bed, keeping her arm extended against the mattress to elevate herself. "I wanted to know what they did to you...so I stayed around."

Clint looked down and shook his head as he ran his hand through his short hair. "Just four injections of some kind. They said it would help me out on the mission. Maybe it was some kind of vitamin booster. I don't think it was for a so-called infection." Natasha took note that he was visibly trembling. "I think I'm allergic to something."

Natasha gasped as Clint collapsed on the bed. He wrapped his arms around the cool pillow and squeezed it in a hug-like fashion. 

"Clint?" Natasha got out of bed, concerned about her partner now. "What's going on?"

"I-I don't know. They said it may make me feel sick...but that's it."

The spy was quick to help him get settled in bed under the blanket. "Just sleep. It'll go away..."

Hawkeye let go of the pillow and turned on his back to look at Natasha. His eyes were shallow and his face was pale. "Tasha?"

His partner had left the room, then returned shortly with a heavily soaked cloth. Cool water was dripping off the edges of the towel. "They've infected you with something." She sat the cloth down on the bedside table as she helped Clint take his hoodie off so he would be slightly cooler. She tossed it on the floor, then picked the wet cloth up again.

"Why would Fury want to poison one of his best agents? You heard him; that's what he called us. We're valuable...expensive..." Clint turned back over on his stomach and stayed there.

"He didn't make the doctors poison you." Natasha rolled her eyes as she walked over to his side and sat down on the edge of the bed. Clint flinched when he felt the dripping wet, ice cold cloth stick to the back of his neck. "Your body's just reacting to something...strange."

"Wow, did you learn that on one of those stupid health channels on TV?" Clint asked sarcastically, which was answered by a sharp flick on his ear. "Nat!"

"Shut up and go to sleep, Barton. The sooner you let it run its course, the sooner we can both relax before the mission tomorrow. Do you need me to stay here tonight?"

"You'll do whatever you want..."