Marvel Imagines, Preferences, One Shots etc. IV

Clint Barton- Medevac: Part 1 (c)

You grabbed another arrow from your quiver prepared for your next encounter with anyone. Clint kicked down the next door, leaving you to cover him if any of the HYDRA agents were in the office that you were about to enter. As soon as you saw the HYDRA patch on the uniform, you released your arrow before preparing a second to shoot at the second agent in the room. Both men fell to the floor. You each rushed to one of the agents, taking any weapons, keys or identification from them, knowing that they would likely come in handy.

"See if this works," you said to your husband, throwing over the key card that you had found in the agent's shirt pocket.

Clint rushed to the computer whilst you went the opposite way to the door. You closed it, pushing a chair under the handle. It wouldn't necessarily stop anyone getting in for long, but it would give you enough notice to be able to fight back instead of being caught unawares.

You had originally met Clint when you were training as SHIELD agents, becoming close friends and blossoming a romance. It didn't take long before you were seasoned agents and married and then became avengers together. He was your partner in life, marriage and work, neither of you doing much without having the other there.

You made your way over to the computer where Clint was working his way to get into it to gain the files that you had been sent for.

"Do we have everything to get in?" You questioned.

"I think so," he said, half listening but mainly focusing on what he was doing.

For the second you had focused on your husband, you hadn't paid any attention to the two men that were on the floor. By the time you heard one of them move, you already had a gun pointed at you. You reached for one of the pistols you had taken from them but as you managed to point it back at him and pull the trigger, the bullet had already ripped through your shoulder.

You let out a scream, Clint grabbing hold of you before you could stumble back onto the desk behind you. With you in one arm, he moved to press his communication device.

"Y/N is down," he shouted. "Medevac now! We'll be at the west exit in five."

"No," you groaned. "I'm fine, we can finish."

He shook his head. "We're getting you help, fuck this mission, I'm not losing you."

You knew that there was no point in arguing with him. You loved Clint dearly, but you knew that he could be stubborn, especially when it came to your wellbeing.

"He had an ankle holster, I didn't see it," you grunted. "I'm sorry."

Clint grabbed anything that he could find before grabbing hold of you to help support you as he would help you get out of the building.

"Don't apologise."

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Written by Charlotte.

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