I went to go and check on Clint again. I know his little secret. He doesn't hide it particularly well either so I wouldn't be surprised if someone else knows. Taking my fifth trip down to Pietro's hospital room, I went to check on him and Clint.
I opened the door slowly and was greeted by the sound of a gentle snore coming from Clint, who had his head resting on his arm and his legs brought up to his chest. I smiled then looked over to Pietro, who was still but alive. Wanda must be lost without Pietro running around her all the time. I don't know how she's coping better than Clint. I suppose Vision's helping her keep her mind off of it all.
"Oh, Clint, you poor thing. You're a right mess." I whispered, ensuring not to wake him. I heard the door open from behind me and in stepped Bruce. I smiled at him then looked back at Clint. The door closed and Bruce spoke up:
"We're going to have to make sure he has some food for when he wakes up. He must be starving and quenched." He looked at me then pushed up his glasses before smiling.
I nodded at him then looked back over to Clint. I shook my head, smiled, then left the room. I really do hope Pietro wakes up soon.
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Avengers: Twins aren't all the same
FanfictionPietro Maximoff has been unconscious and in an unstable condition for months now. His loved ones have been watching on with distraught hope that he might just make it out alive, and just as there seems to be a glimmer of hope for one Maximoff, thing...
