Who Needs Powers?

Chapter 4: Special Little Hawk

When the little rescue team got back to Westchester, Clint was still holding pretty tightly to K, almost using her as a shield between himself and any concerned parties. He felt ... embarrassed, really. He was the only one that had been missing, and it was the first time it had been for any reason outside of being caught up in his parents' problems or the team's problems... It felt different when it was about him.

But he knew he really did need to get looked over, especially since, well, he'd been fuzzy for a lot of it and he did actually want to know what that guy had done, and he knew his parents would also feel better if they knew what they were looking at too...

But he was also glad that Logan wasn't one of those hovering parents like Jean was. Clint could tell he was worried from the look on his face, but instead of asking a lot of questions or anything, he just stuck close to Clint while they were in the lab.

"Well, whatever was in that injection is at least gone from your system," Hank said when he'd looked Clint over and run a few tests. "But I would like you to spend a little time with an IV pole all the same. Aside from a few minor cuts, you do seem to have, unfortunately, the same malady as almost anyone he deals with, and you'll need to recover your volume and strength."

"English, Dr. Blue," Clint muttered.

"He don't know what's up, but he wants you to stick around and let him poke at you while you get an IV," Logan said.

Clint glanced at both of his parents and then pushed out his lower lip before he nodded. "Alright, but... I don't want to see it when you put it in..."

"Then why don't you talk to your father for a moment. Face the opposite way," Hank suggested, which just had Clint nodding and trying not to look like he was freaked out as he looked at Logan.

"Um... hi."

"Hey," Logan said, holding his gaze but not doing anything to rile him either way.

"So, um..." Clint held his breath for a second as Hank turned his arm over. "Um... could you sign a permission slip that says I ain't a healer so I can get out of all future creepy field trips?"

"Sure. Just show me where the dotted line is," Logan said, smirking.

Clint smiled and relaxed a little — though he sucked in a breath when the line went in and didn't look at it, still freaked out and trying not to show it. "I'm not, though, right?" he asked after a second. "Because... because if I was, I think I'd know."

"No, you're not a healer like your parents are," Hank said. "If you were, you wouldn't have so many bangs and scrapes."

"That's what I thought," Clint said. "And I tried to tell him that, but he didn't believe me."

"Because he's a moron," K said, which got a little snerk out of Clint.

"Yeah. I'd know, like I said," Clint said. "He's just mad I'm not like you even though you're my mom, I think."

"I think we're all a little jealous of your mother," Hank teased lightly.

"Didn't know you wanted to snuggle Logan so much," K deadpanned.

Clint giggled at the look on Hank's face. "She got you there."

K let out a sigh and watched Clint for a long while. "The thing is," she said slowly. "Jean tore into his mind when we went in there — and while I was working him over, she found out what exactly he was doing ... and thinking ... the whole nine yards."

Clint made a face. "That sounds really gross and she should take a telepathic shower."

"I'm sure she should," K agreed. "But ... here's the thing. He ... is probably going to be a pain for you, too."