Avengers/MCU Oneshots

Sick (Clint Barton)

My phone has figured out I'm a Marvel fan. It keeps trying to autocorrect shield to S.H.I.E.L.D. (That was literally the first time I've actually typed S.H.I.E.L.D.)and all I had to do was type like two letters when I was trying to spell Mjølnir, and it knew what I wanted. Thank you, phone.

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"They must be sick if you dragged me here," Clint told Steve.

"They are. Tony and Nat are objecting that they're sick, claiming that they're fine despite constant puking and the inability to get up. Wanda has accepted that's she's sick, but she has said that she wants to die at least three times in the past 15 minutes."

"Sounds like them," Clint said with a sigh. "Anything else?"

"Umm... just remember that Tony has anxiety, the sick isn't helping- sh- Wanda has anxiety, too, forgot about that. So that will be fun... Can you take her? I'll take Tony, and we'll handle Nat between us."

"Yeah."

Clint made a beeline for the teen's room. "Hey, Wanda."

"Clint?" She sat up, pale as printer paper. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help with you sick people."

"Ugh," She groaned, and started to cough. Clint grabbed the trash can from the corner of the room, handing it to Wanda. He held back her hair while she vomited. "Can I die now?"

"I'd prefer if you didn't."

Wanda groaned, flopping over backwards. "I hate being sick."

"I got that."

"Pietro would make me stew whenever I was sick," Wanda mumbled.

"What kind of stew? I'll figure out how to get my hands on it, ok?"

"Vegetable and chicken. Poor people stew."

Clint chuckled. "I'll get on it." He brushed her hair behind her ear. "Try to get some sleep."

He got up, leaving the room. He met Steve in the kitchen. "Do you know if there are any places that sell stew?"

Steve thought about it. "Depends on what kind."

"I honestly don't think it will really matter, I doubt that she'll be able to taste it."

"Fair point. I'll handle it. Trying to make the kid happy?"

"Yeah."

"Speaking of the kid, I'm pretty sure Vision has his eye on her."

"Does he now?"

"We believe so."

"Keep an eye on that, will you? I don't need our darling Wanda losing her virginity before marriage. From what I know about Judaism, I'm pretty sure that's not allowed."

Steve chuckled. "It's not."

"How's Nat?"

"As good as you would except. She keeps repeating that she's going to kill me if I don't make her feel better soon."

"Sounds right." Suddenly, there was a very loud crash. "What was that?!"

"What did she break this time?" Steve muttered, running to Wanda's room, Clint at his heels. A large picture frame was shattered on the floor.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Wanda said desperately. She looked like she might cry. Her breathing was going at a hundred miles an hour.

Steve ran over to the kid, embracing her. "It's alright, Wanda. Getting a new frame is easy, don't worry about it. You're sick, you didn't mean to. It's not your fault your control over your powers isn't as good right now."