You peeked into the room.

It had been a week since the incident that landed Clint in the hospital and you were still unsure on what ground you stood with him due to the crippling fear that prevented you from visiting him.

Even worse, it had been a week since you talked to Tony after avidly avoiding the man when he'd kissed you out of the blue. Sure, in that moment you had felt a surge of confidence when he smiled at you like you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, but once you went to bed, the disturbing anxiety hit you in the chest like a ton of bricks.

What was the point of the kiss?
Clint was in the hospital dying and you were kissing?
Did Tony even like you?
And to add insult to injury, he took a dig at you before doing it!

Suffice it to say, it was a very long night and an even longer seven days.

Steve had finally caught you hiding in the pantry when it was time for them to go visit Clint again and he practically carried you to the car.

"You won't get over it if you don't see him and he's been wanting to talk to you," he had said before unceremoniously dumping you in the SUV with Wanda and Sam.

The three of them had just left the room and now you were clutching the doorframe, your heart racing with trepidation.

You'd paced up and down the halls while they talked to him, wracking your brain to come up with something to say and now your mouth was dry and your hands were sweaty.

Clint was sitting up in his bed, his face a little pale and he was asleep as the monitors beeped steadily around him. It was dreadful to see him like that and you were about to tiptoe away when Clint cleared his throat, making you jump a mile in the air.

"Hey, Y/N," he croaked.

His eyes were closed, but he had a smile on his face as you slowly walked into the room, embarrassed at being caught. He cracked open his eyes and his smile turned into an expression of concern at the tears that had formed and began to stream down your cheeks.

"Y/N, what—"

"I'm so sorry, Clint. I—I didn't mean for it to go this way, I really didn't. I'm sorry I didn't have your back out there and you could've died—"

You began to hiccup and you tried to wipe your tears away, but they just kept coming.

"Hey, hey, calm down. I'm not mad at you, Y/N," Clint said, reaching out to touch your arm, but wincing instead.

You hurried to sit in the chair beside him and took his hand.

"This kind of stuff happens, don't worry about it."

He flashed you a smile and you groaned.

"How am I not supposed to worry? It's my fault you ended up here."

"Well, I'm fine." When you didn't look up, he tugged at your hand. "I am. I promise."

"I really am sorry," you sniffed.

"It's okay. Don't be too hard on yourself. We all make mistakes," he said gently.

The both of you sat in a content silence for awhile, holding each other's hands, when Clint suddenly let out a soft snore. You chuckled, propping your head up on your hand. The steady sound of his breathing was a comfort to you and the blast of the air conditioner made you clutch your sweater closer when a voice whispered your name.

Tony was standing by the door and waving at you to come outside.

Your heart almost shot into your throat at the sight of him.

What the hell am I supposed to say?

You carefully placed Clint's hand by his side before getting up and slowly walking over to Tony. He was leaning against the wall outside with his arms crossed and a slightly irked expression on his face.

"Erm...hi," you said lamely.

"You've been avoiding me." He narrowed his eyes and you shrugged, crossing your arms to match the stance he was in.

"I've been around."

"Really? 'Cause I haven't seen you anywhere."

"Did you come to visit Clint or bug me?" You muttered, causing him to scoff in faux contempt.

"You just happened to be in his room, sweetheart, don't feel too special about it."

The both of you stared at each other, neither of you knowing what to do next when Tony sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He wore a repentant look as he glanced at you.

"I'm sorry about what I said that night. I didn't mean anything by it."

"It's alright," you mumbled, peering at the floor so he wouldn't see your flushed cheeks. You still remembered the way he had kissed you, how his hands had felt on your body as if it was just last night when it had happened.

"It's not. It was a really shitty thing to say especially since you were really stressed out about it. And joking around about Legolas like that...let's just say, not my best moment."

You said nothing.

"Hey."

His soft tone made you reluctantly lift your head.

"I'm not sorry for kissing you, though. I've been wanting to do that since forever, I just have horrible timing." He said with a little grin, peeking around your shoulder to check on Clint.

"You think he'll catch us if we do it again?"

You laughed and Tony placed his hands on your waist, eyes gleaming as you hesitated before moving into his embrace and tentatively laying your head on his chest.

"He'll be okay, ya know. Clint always comes through." He propped his chin on your head and rubbed your back comfortingly.

You nodded as he held you tighter.

"I hope you guys aren't making out," your head shot up, "considering the fact that I'm fighting for my life."

"You're not gonna die, drama queen." Tony called to Clint, rolling his eyes as you giggled.

"Well, when I was going to die a week ago, you guys kissed anyways. Seems like me being stuck in a hospital bed isn't as important as swapping spit with each other."

"How—"

"I have my sources. Now go away. I don't want to be a witness to your love-making."

"You could've had front row seats," Tony sang and Clint audibly gagged as you peered into the room.

"You'll be okay?" You asked. "I can stay if you want."

He waved his hand, motioning for you to go.

"Just promise me something, Y/N." He stopped and looked you in the eye seriously.

"Be safe...because the world really doesn't need little Tony's running around."

You laughed as the man shot him a dirty look.

"I'll see you later, Barton."
"Bye, Y/N. See ya, Tony!"
"Alright, Robin Hood, get better."

Tony twined his fingers with yours as you waved at Clint before making your way down the hall. He looked at you out of their corner of his eye and you instinctively peered up at him, a wry smile crossing his features.

"What?"
"So...little Tony's, huh?"
"You're despicable."

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ayy and she's back!

thought i'd start out with a part two
of this one since i have no idea what i was trying to
accomplish with part one lmaoo—