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[beenunmade]

[ Clint's still in bed after being...attacked by the crazy guy with a gun and choked out by a certain chick's thighs. He didn't know what was more difficult right at the moment, focusing on the world around him or trying to figure out where he was. ]

Phil? [ He stared a bit on the bracelet on his wrist, blinking. ] Nat? Someone wanna explain to me what the hell is goin' on here or are we just waitin' until I figure it out myself. [ He pressed his face against the pillow with a low groan. ] Goddammit.

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[greenisnteasy]

Good morning, starshine. How's the head?

[beenunmade]

He--holy crap. [ They really did get Banner. Clint stared for a brief moment, allowing his head to spin and tempted to put his head between his knees and take in deep, calming breathes. ]

...it's been better.

[greenisnteasy]

[Bruce quickly turns serious, and he's up and headed for Clint's house.]

Hold on, okay? I'll be there in a minute. What've we got? Headache? How's your vision?

[beenunmade]

[ Clint glares at his bracelet for a brief moment, rubbing his hand over his face. ]

Not like 'm going anywhere, doc. Phil was helping me hobble around the room when I woke up. Headache...there were two Phil Coulsons in my life for a moment there. I don't think the world coulda been prepared for that.

[greenisnteasy]

I don't know; it wasn't very eager to let go of this one. Be there in a few.

[He switches his communicator off and heads over; it doesn't take him long to get there, but it does take him a second to figure out where Clint is in the house. He climbs the stairs and wanders into the hallway, glancing around.]

Clint?

[beenunmade]

Let g--

[ He wasn't able to ask when Bruce shut off the communicator, scowling deeply. He didn't know what he was talking about as he had managed to roll off the bed and onto his feet, making sure he was steady enough to walk a couple feet before practically doubling over. Empty the contents of his stomach onto the floor and leaning forward against the wall. Well...fuck. Phil was going to be pissed.

He stood there for a moment before swinging the bedroom door open and moving into the hallway to greet the man, shutting the bedroom door behind him. He was fine. ]

Heya doc.

[greenisnteasy]

[Oh sure, he looks just fantastic. And is that the soothing scent of vomit in the air?

Bruce's face lines with concern and he approaches Clint, reaching out to steady his shoulders.]

Heya, Clint. Let's get you sitting down somewhere that doesn't smell vaguely of vomit from the hallway.

[beenunmade]

We should grab some febreeze on the way back before Coulson has a heart attack. [ The agent had been worrying over Clint enough already. He focuses on Bruce before giving a nod and starting to lead the way, taking in his environment. He'd been unconscious when Phil had brought him there. ]

What'd you mean by let this one go, by the way? [ He'll steer the focus off of him because it'd genuinely worried him a little. ]

[greenisnteasy]

They pulled him in the nick of time, didn't they? Unlike you.

[... oh god. Unlike Clint. He jerks his gaze to Clint, eyes sharp with alarm.]

Um... Has anyone told you what happened after you were... recalibrated the first time?

[beenunmade]

[ Clint's eyes narrow at that. Suspicion turning into reality turning into a fucking nightmare. ]

No...but you're gonna tell me. Nat and Phil like to skim over the important shit when they don't think I can handle it. [ He couldn't. ]

[greenisnteasy]

[He sighs heavily. He doesn't like being some weird middleman in this. Wrapping an arm around Clint and stalling for time, he leads him to the living room and directs him to a chair before he answers.]

Coulson, in the helicarrier... [He shakes his head.] Apparently he stood up to Loki. Just... the wrong one. [His eyes search Clint's face, his eyes soft but grim. Bruce blames himself for that.]

He didn't make it, Clint.

[beenunmade]

[ Clint knew it was bad. He didn't think it was that bad. The archer steeled himself as he took a seat and looked into the doctor's eyes.

It felt worse than remembering he blew up the helicarrier. ]

He died a hero. Good for him. He's an idiot, but...good for him. [ Clint wanted to scream. He knew he wouldn't make it to far in the state he was in. Recuperation was apparently smiled upon in this situation. ] Did I--Well, ha...do you know if we won or not?

[greenisnteasy]

Yeah. Yeah, we did. [But he knows that that doesn't really make up for the lives that get lost along the way. He sit beside Clint, resting his arms on his thighs.]

After the... Well, they figured out Loki would be headed to Stark Tower. We all -- you included -- teamed up there and took him and his alien army out. Made a mess in the process, but...

[He shrugs, a smile there, but Bruce rarely ever means a smile the whole way through.]

The Avengers. Fury got his wish.