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Clint is a very interesting guy. Interesting is the nice way of putting it. This is a very well known fact and is really easy to find out if you are around him for more than just a mission. He does odd things all the time and has weird habits. Some of those are, he likes to sit in the vents. He has nests set up on every floor of the tower and in ever shield base, no one can seem to find them and some how they don't block the air flow either.
The most odd thing about him is his night Routine. Every night he has to do these things in this order at a specific time or he can't sleep. This wouldn't be so odd if it wasn't his only routine othere than when he wakes up its coffee before anything else but that is somewhat normal for most people.
The routine goes like this.
- Go to the gym and shoot a few arrows
- Do some odd acrobatic routine (that is the same every night)
- Chill in the main room watching something for about 30 to 40 minutes
- Walk to ever other Avengers room (that is there at the time) and check to see if they are asleep and ok
Now I don't know why he does this but I am determined to find out why. I might not know him very well but I know that there has to be some kind of reson behind it. Clint isn't a static man, he goes with the flow so having a routine is just odd and frankly it bothers me in a way.
One night about a week after Ultron I couldn't sleep. I was sore and hurting allover from the bullet wounds I had, they were mostly healed but were still very much so sore and tender. I knew that right now I wasn't going to be able to sleep. I also new that Clint would be checking rooms at around this time.
The time was around 12, the middle of the night that this guy just checks room of his friends. It made no since, who just walks into their friendsrooms and watches them sleep? But everyone already knew that he did it and most of the time left there doors cracked so he can just look in and be done quicker so he can get a little more sleep. Somehow the man is always energetic, after his first cup of coffee, yet only gets about 4 hours of sleep on a good night.
He does close all of the doors when he leaves. And he doesn't even walk in he just looks for at most 5 seconds.
He doesn't do anything. It's so weird. He just looks in their room, seriously who dose that?
Then my door opens and we look at each other for a second. "Hey kid. Why are you up?" he asked from the door way.
"Couldn't sleep. Hurt to much" my English still isn't that good but it is better.
Clint nodded "I'll run down to the infirmary and grab you some pain killers I'll be back in a sec" and then he walked away.
I lay there for a minute confused. So there is a purpose to this? It makes a little more since now. Most of us suffer form some kind of mental illness it's just part of the job. If one of us is having an episode he is awake to help because he feels someone has to be.
Or thats my theory there could be a deeper rooted meaning. Clint comes back a little after I came to that conclusion. He walks in shutting the door behind him and he had two pills in his hand and a glass of water.
He hands me both. "How bad?" He asked he genuinely sounded worried.
"On scale 1-10 about a 4" I say and as he started to walk away after I take the two pills and finish the water I stop him.
I'm the last room other than Natasha's and bucky's rooms and neither of them are here tonight so he wouldn't check there rooms. The two very scary assassins seem to be in a relationship but I could t really tell. Bucky has only been in the tower for about two day's but apparently they have known him for a long time. Especially Steve who grew up with him. I don't really know the history and honestly am a bit scared to ask. I don't ever seem to be in the mood for a "back in my day" tangent for an old man.
"Stay?" I questioned.
I don't know why I did this. I know I haven't slept very in the past well since Ultron and I don't know exactly why. It could be the injury or it could be some sort of minor PTSD.
"I'll stay." he says pushing a few strands of my hair from my face.
He was so gentle I have never seen him like this. He looked so... I don't know to be honest. Calm wasn't the right word but he wasn't not calm. He was relaxed but not. Its odd. Just like him.
I move over so he could lay down and he does kicking his shoes off before doing so. He lays on his back leaving a space between us and I lay on my side turn away from him. It was nice to have someone there though. A small since of warmth, the knowledge that someone is there watching my six, as the other Avengers would say.
I fall asleep soon after I close my eyes. Sleep coming as quickly as I run. It came easier than I was used to, I was safe here and that was finally starting to sink in.
When I wake up I'm laying with my head on clints shoulder and my arm draped over him the other is tucked between us. Clint was still asleep. He normally was at this time it was 6 in the morning. He woke up fairly late every day at least by Steve's military standards, unless he has places to be early in the morning. Or he didn't sleep. He wakes up around 9 o'clock most day's.
I look at him for a moment and the way that his arms are holding me close to him. His breath was steady and he heart beat relaxing. He looked so calm he never looked truly calm. He was always on edge. Most don't notice this. They have never seen him truly calm so how could they notice. I start to fall asleep again.
When I open my eyes again Clint's awake and he looks down at me I was still super tired I just woke up after all.
"Morning kid. Did you sleep well?" He asked he was still calm I was laying on him my head on his chest.
He had one arm around my waist and the other in my hair. "Da" I say my accent thicker with sleep.
"Well we should get up befor-" and before he could finish talking Wanda walks in "aww you boys are so cute! Now get up Natasha and James are getting back soon and Natasha said she was going to kill you if you weren't up." directing the last part at Clint other then both of us.
I sat up with a small wince i feel clint steady me slightly "Piet." He said concerned with a hint of informative tone.
"Your bleeding." He continued with the same tone.
Wanda came over from the door a bit more panicked then Clint. I looked down and I was bleeding one of the wounds must have re-opened when I sat up or at some point in between waking up and sitting up.
"Wanda, go get bruce." Clint says slightly ergently but he sounded calm.
When she rushed from the room Clint pulls my shirt off. I realized at this moment that I was still on his lap and I stupidly tried to move off of him. His grip on my waist tightens slightly keeping me there.
"Dont move you could make it worse."he said softly.
I realize how close we are. He looks at the now bleeding wound as best he could from this angle and then places a hand on it.
I wince slightly it stung "sorry." He said softly as he then presses on it bit.
I pull away slightly on instinct I didnt mean to. It hurt way more than it should have now that I think about it I wasn't shot there at all.
I was shot close to that spot but not there. And all of my old wounds were scared over or almost fully scared over. They wouldn't just start bleeding like that.
Clint carefully lays me down so he had a bit more leverage. He goes to remove his hand but I grabbed his wrist stopping him. It hurt and if he moved it would hurt more and I knew that.
"Kid. I know it hurts but I have to look at it ok?" He says it more of a question than anything.
He was slowly taking pressure off of the new wound. As I let go of his wrist and he pulls his hand from the wound and he looks at it the bleeding slowed he then takes my shirt that he had pulled off if me and cleans some of the blood from it so he could see it better. He then suddenly has a bullet in his head.
I sit up so fast I was asleep. It was a dream. I think or was I dreaming right now. Clint wasn't in the room right now and I look at my clock it was 3 in the morning. I only slept for twoish hours. I was scared and didn't know what the fuck was going on.
Then my door opened "kid you ok?" I hear a voice but I don't look over I was looking at the wall trying to calm down in the slightest.
I feel the weight of the other person dip the bed down as I look over and see Clint " a-am I dreaming?"
I asked barely above a whisper. "No kid. Your awake now. Must have been some dream to have shaken you this bad so quickly I was gone for lest the 4 minutes." Clint informed me as he pulls me to his chest.
His heart beat wasn't even close to as relaxed as in my dream. It didn't take him long to calm me down. His soft shushing, and strong arms wrapped around me holding me against him and keeping me present rather than spiraling out of control.
"Just breath, it's ok Pietro. In.... out... in....out" he whispered gently rocking me back and forth his rough calloused hand rubbing up and down my scar covered back.
It was surprising how fast the calmed me down. "H-how did you calm me down so fast?" I asked still barely above a whisper.
"I've dealt with dreams that woke me up like that since I was like ummm... five? So I've had a lot of practice." he said as he was still holding me to his chest as I passed out to a dreamless sleep. And I knew why.
It was Wanda's magic that put me under and kept the dreams away.