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Autumn sat beside the new Avenger’s bedside, playing soft music while she worked a crossword puzzle. She tried to make a habit of popping in when Wanda couldn’t or wasn’t around, so the young man wasn’t alone. She didn’t mind, since Wanda had been kind enough to visit her after her incident, she wanted to return the favor.

“Don’t worry Pietro,” she said to his resting form. He had been in a coma for some time but most of the medical staff was still hopeful. “Wanda’s coming back tonight, then she can play music you actually like,” she teased glancing up at the comatose man. She reached out and gripped his hand tightly. “And when you wake up,” she whispered before grinning, “Pancakes.” She pulled back a bit but kept her hand on his. “There’s a running joke you’ll want pancakes- no pun intended on the running bit.”

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This Pietro.... Clint loves him so much, even though he would never actually admit to it because Pietro annoys the hell out of him and Pietro doesn’t need that ego boost. 

Like, I’m pretty sure this is actually Pietro Maximoff because his personality is so accurately written. Like, Pietro’s an annoying little shit about 90% of the time, always yanking Clint’s leg and just being an ass in general. But he’s also caring and a little awkward at times and it’s just amazing. 

He should have gone to Natasha instead of Pietro. She knew him, knew what he got like sometimes. They’d been partners for years. She knew him, knew what questions not to ask, knew that sometimes he just couldn’t be alone, couldn’t relax and sleep. But Pietro was closer, and Clint couldn’t seem to drag himself down to Natasha’s room and bother her. Again.  Clint really needed to get over himself. A few night terrors were no reason to get up and bother his teammates. 

Least of all the ones that didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him. Or that he was fucked up.

“I jus’... I don’ actually want t’ talk about it. I jus’... I need t’ have someone around right now, Pietro."

Clint shook his head a few times, trying to get rid of the spots dancing across his vision, ignoring the fact that Pietro had even said anything in response. Judging by the way his things were  steadily getting darker and how he was swaying where he stood, he was going to hit the floor soon. He couldn’t bring himself to try and brace himself for the inevitable fall.