[TOMORROW IS FRIDAY THANK YOU JESUS. haha. Ha. at least you're not a pancake in this one..? Requested by MoTheWolf ]

When Clint saw (Y/n) sprinting off the escape pods, he jumped to his feet and ran after he, because the stupid speedster would have Clint's head if she got hurt.

"(Y/n)!" Clint shouts, stumbles over a piece of debris and slides to a halt where she kneels down and cradles a young boy.

"We have to get him into the pod," She says, handing him the child and stands. "You make a run for it, and I'll cover you guys. Okay?"

"Yeah, that-" Clint and (Y/n) turn, finding a Quinjet firing bullets slowly making their path towards them.

"Get down!" (Y/n) pushes Clint down before he can even blink, tensing up and waiting for the bullets to hit. But they never do. He looks up, sees Pietro standing of to the side, arms extended, panting as he stares straight ahead in horror.

"(Y/n).."

Clint turns just in time to see (Y/n), bullets holes on her arms, chest, legs, fall into Pietro's arms without blinking.

"(Y-Y/n)," Pietro whispers, eyes watering as he pushes a strand of hair out of her face. "(Y/n), please, you cannot-" he chokes on his words, curling over (Y/n)'s body.

"Pietro," Clint checks the boys pulse, makes sure at least he is alive, and squeezes Pietro's shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"I wasn't fast enough," Pietro mumbles, forehead against (Y/n)'s and tears dropping onto her cheeks. "It is my fault she's dead."

"Don't say that," Clint can't keep watching the heart breaking scene unfold, instead stands and holds the boy tighter. The boy (Y/n) had died saving. "We have to go before the city drops. Pietro."

Pietro sniffles, picks (Y/n) up and walks to the pod with the girl he had killed in his arms, eyes still open and tears that do not belong to her on her cheeks.