A Second [Clint Barton x Reader]

The Battle

Part 29
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By the time you reached the east building, you were exhausted. And rightly so. After losing Clint, getting him back, regrowing a baby, and dealing with injuries and all the other crazy events going on around you, it shouldn't be too surprising how you felt. The walk over wasn't even that far by any means. Typically moving from one side of the building to one of the other was a 10 minute walk at most. Even with the added debris to step over, it didn't add too much time to the commute.

"Here we go, honey. Let's get you some rest." Clint mumbles as he walks you over to one of the beds. The room you'd settled for was one of the recovery rooms for workers with mild injuries. People who got hurt during a sparring session, those who pushed a workout too hard and made themselves sick, and those who just wanted to rest up a bit commonly used them in the past. Since the snap they'd turned more into storage rooms or were just completely abandoned.

The rooms were simple and could almost pass as a small bedroom. There was a hospital like bed in one corner, a small bathroom attached, and a table with a chair by the doors. With the explosion earlier, the table had been knocked over and the bathroom's door frame had half collapsed, but the bed was clear. That's all you really cared about was that you would have the chance to lay down and rest up for a little bit.

Clint held your hips gently as he maneuvered you onto the bed, setting the gauntlet with the stones down for a moment while he got you comfortable. You nearly sobbed as your back hit the stiff bedding. It was a relief to take weight off your foot.

"Rest up as much as you can, alright? I don't know if we're going to have to move again or not." He says softly, gently pushed you to lay down and helping to lift your legs onto the bed. You'd settled for laying on your side and tucking your knees up by your chest a bit.

"I hope not." You groan, though you highly doubted you'd get to stay in that room. There was a strange electricity in the air that just made it seem like a fight was imminent.

"Yeah, me too baby." Clint chuckles, running his free hand up and down the side of your thigh. "Let's just enjoy this room while we can. Are you in any pain right now?"

"Yeah." You sigh. "But no more than I've been in. It's not worse." You report, shifting slightly in the bed to attempt to get more comfortable.

"You want more of that morphine?"

"No," You shake your head quickly. "I mean, I would. But if I take anymore, I will fall asleep." That was already feeling like something that was going to happen anyway.

"You probably need sleep anyway." He hums, groaning as he stands back up. He then started walking around the room, and you couldn't immediately tell what he was doing.

"Not right now. I will sleep once this madness is over." You tell him, watching him for a second before just laying your head back down. You took a shaky breath and exhaled slowly, bring your hand to rest on your stomach. The bump hadn't gotten any bigger, though with the current confines of your suit, as well as having to fight for your life, you were glad for that. In all honestly, your baby bump was really small still, but the pain it caused was very intense.

"You can sleep if you want. I'll keep watch." Clint offers, and you hear an unpleasant screeching sound that makes you look back over your shoulder at him. He was dragging a chair across the floor over to you. He drags the thing right next to your bed and takes a seat with a sigh. "Honestly you should sleep. Even if it's five minutes. You're regrowing a whole ass baby in there and today hasn't exactly been relaxing."

"But Clint, if something happens-"

"I'll wake you up." He cuts you off. "First sign of danger, and I'll wake you up. Just.. please. Rest for our little one." He tells you gently.