This is the worst idea I've ever had

[wearebothangry]

Bruce was used to breaking out of places with a little more....smashing then finesse, but it wasn't like he could or wanted to say no when Nat had tracked him down and told him what had happened to Clint. he couldn't not help. He had designed the Raft after all and so he was one of the few who could actually get in He was currently hacking into the prison system's computer and trying to clear the way for Cap to get to the others. "Six months of quiet," he grumbled quietly, "Clint Barton you do enjoy  driving me crazy."

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[nexttarget]

"I can sign in more then ASL Bruce... speak a couple other languages too... it's just a matter of if they use ASL here or one of the other sign languages..." He smiles but gives Bruce a kiss, "Good to know I have a translator tho." He smiles tiredly...

[wearebothangry]

Bruce smiles and kisses back. "What kind of partner would I be if I didn't know how to talk to you," he said, "I know I'm not the greatest communicator ever, but I try Clint, I try."

[nexttarget]

"You do try, and I love you for it... still pissed you agree with Tony, the man who gave us Ultron, and every other thing they are blaming the avengers as a whole for... Also New York... was Shield's fault not ours..." He snorts "People forget that... I warned Fury doors go two ways..." He slurs stumbling still a little too drugged as they get off the plane.

[wearebothangry]

Bruce takes as much of Clint's weight as he can handle and wisely doesn't try to argue with Clint anymore. He has enough guilt over Ultron as it is and no one was the bad guy in either situation. "Let's get you settle in for a nap Clint," Bruce said, "the best way to clear your system is sleep right now."

[nexttarget]

"A nap sounds good, don't wanna be rude to Hello Kitty, though..." He mumbles, "He didn't even know who I was when we were fighting..." He frowns, "No one cares about hawkeye, the useless avenger..." He says drugs starting to mess with his mood, a nap is for sure in order.

[wearebothangry]

Bruce fought the urge to laugh. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear you call the King of Wakanda Hello Kitty," he muttered, "though given his personality he will most likely find it funny. And for the record I care about useless old Hawkeye...I love him and you Clint Barton."

[nexttarget]

"I'll say it to his face." He slurs tapping Bruce's nose and laughing, nuzzling into Bruce's neck. "You're gonna put me down for a nap, or a nap..." he slurs again a little more. "Been awhile since we played like that."

[wearebothangry]

"Do you want a nap baby boy," Bruce says his tone taking on a note Clint should know well. It had been a long time since they've played their private game and Bruce had been resisting the urge to slip into Daddy mode since rescuing Clint. He did not want to reveal that to any of the other Avengers right now.

[nexttarget]

Clint nods leaning against Bruce a little, "When we are alone..." He says softly still very much drugged. "I don't feel good... d..." He stops as someone walks by and they move up into the palace.

[wearebothangry]

"I'll take care of you I promise," Bruce says softly as he follows one of the guards to their suite arms around Clint gently.

[nexttarget]

"You're not gonna leave me again?" Clint asks yawning biting his lower lip a little, before yawning. He's drugged, he puked on his plane... he hurts from what Ross did after he tried to escape... when he was trying to get the collar on his, though he didn't tell Bruce about the beating.

"Can I have water..." He says pressing closer to Bruce as they move into the suite.

[wearebothangry]

"Yes you can," he muttered leading Clint to the bed and settling him down. He then goes to the bathroom and fills a couple of glasses of water and returns to Clint sitting on the bed. "Here you go baby boy," he mutters softly, "sip it slow."

[nexttarget]

"Okay... but my tongue is dry..." He says scraping it against his teeth, and takes a sip of water, and then sets the glass on the floor to try and work his boots off.

"Imma break Ross's face..." He mumbles looking at Bruce giving up after unlacing them halfway to work on his water. He moves a little to sit against the headboard. "We don't have anything here... Lucky is gonna get worried..." He frowns at the the water, and sets it on the night table and slumps over a little. "I wanna sleep, but I don't wanna sleep..." He mutters daddy under his breath like he's unsure for the moment, just because of how long they've been apart.