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 wouldn't have wanted you here... If Ross got his hands on you..." He shakes his head a little.

"I'm mad about not even getting a I'm not dumping you I'll be back postcard..." He says sitting in the tub and letting the water from the shower fall over him head hanging. " I want to go to sleep."

[wearebothangry]

"Don't fall asleep in the tub," Bruce says, "and I'm sorry about the no card.....and about no Ross. I wasn't actually on Earth Clint. I was Thor on Asgard. It's complicated but when Ross became SOS Nat and Thor decided to find me and get me off planet until the heat died down. But when this...happened Nat realized Cap needed my help and came to get me. I didn't even let her stop talking before I agreed to help."

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"I want deets... when I'm not high and fuck and fuck them then for not telling me anything, you know what fuck everything. I'm out as soon as things stop spinning." He's angry again, "I'm gonna go back to the fucking circus." He reaches forward to shut off the water, screw getting clean.

"I need pants." He mumbles giving up on turning off the water and he just lies down in the tub looking hurt and pissed again.

[wearebothangry]

Bruce quietly reaches over to turn the water back on and he starts gently soaping Clint's body. "You can't go anywhere smelling this bad. Just let me finish this then you can go wherever you want once you are going to feel better."

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Clint nods but says as he starts to fall asleep with Bruce's hands on him, "I'll never feel better, Bruce stopped loving me... Everybody lied to me about where he was..." He says finally slipping off to sleep, or passing out from the drugs is probably more likely.

[wearebothangry]

"Oh Clint I never stopped loving you," Bruce says softly, "and from now on I'll always be here when you wake up," He keeps cleaning Clint up and carefully washed his boyfriend's hair.

[nexttarget]

Clint is blurry as he Bruce washes his hair, "Whatever... I want to believe you... But..." He lets out a raggy breathe from the drugs.

[wearebothangry]

"I know and maybe once the drugs are flushed out of your system you will, for now just let me take care of you alright," Bruce said gently.

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"All right fine." He says breathlessly breathing becoming shallower. "Wanna go to bed.." He mumbles under the spray.

[wearebothangry]

"Almost done," Bruce says rinsing off the soap and shampoo and then hauling Clint out of the tub as gently as he can and drying him off. He managed to grab clothes along with the hearing aids and Lucky and wrestles his boyfriend into those as well. "Okay clean, dry and dressed. You want your aids in or not?"

[nexttarget]

Clint picks up enough to know what Bruce is asking and shakes his head, "They are annoying to sleep in." He murmurs burrowing under the blankets, breathing still rough and strained and a little worrisome. "I'm angry... but don't go..."

[wearebothangry]

Bruce smiles and reaches out to gently stroke Clint's hair. "I'll stay right here and read okay. I'll be here when you wake up and then some."

[nexttarget]

In his sleep Clint ends up with his arms around Bruce's middle and his head in the doctors lap though he is throughly passed out.

Though because of the hulk strength drugs in his system, he stops breathing when he passes out and jolts awake gasping for breath.

[wearebothangry]

Bruce puts his hand on Clint's chest. "Slow and easy Clint," he muttered, "I've got you just focus on breathing okay."

[nexttarget]

Clint sucks in another wheezing breath and it doesn't sound good, it sounds like a bad reaction to the drugs. "Can't..." He signs and speaks, getting a little air, but slowly he's getting more air.

It seems the drugs have him so lack that sleep probably isn't the best idea.

[wearebothangry]

"Yes you can just focus on the words coming out of my mouth right now," Bruce says, "breath in when I say in, and out when I say out. In and then out, in and then out come on bird brain you can do it."

[nexttarget]

Clint's going a little red from the struggle to breath he's getting breaths in but not much air, even as he tries to follow Bruce's breathing.

He looks at Bruce eyes starting to water from the strain.

[wearebothangry]

Bruce leans over and gently kisses Clint easing air into his boyfriend's lungs. "Come on Clint," he mutters softly, "I don't want to pump you full of more drugs. You need to stop forcing air.....relax I'm right here....relax."

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'No more drugs' He signs still wheezing trying to get air and he is relaxed and not forcing it. It's just hard from how many downers are pumping through his system. 'Not forcing it, just feels shallow...' He signs breath slowing but he still doesn't feel like he's getting much air. But not as startled as when he woke up.

[wearebothangry]

"No more drugs," Bruce signs back saying it out loud at the same time to make his promise firm, "your body is freaking out Clint it's been slammed with drugs meant for someone who isn't you and it's trying to power you through it. Don't let it."

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'Not in my head... lungs feel tight.' He signs trying to work on his breathing. 'Like I'm not getting enough air.' He signs more, breathe still wheezing like an asthma attack. He licks his lips a little sitting up and leaning forward trying to get more air in.

[wearebothangry]

Bruce adjusts his hands so that one is behind Clint's back and he reaches for the kit at his other hand. "Clint," he says, "I was hoping this would happen naturally, but it looks like I'm gonna need to medically help you. Can I inject you with something?"

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Clint wrinkles his nose and signs 'what?' as he keeps trying to breath, getting better, but far slowly. 'But okay... just keep talking.' He signs and speaks his voice wheezing. 'These drugs would be terrible for you...' He signs not speaking this time.

[wearebothangry]

"They are supposed to be," Bruce signs as he gently injects Clint with a steroid, "it's meant to punish me and keep me down long enough for the collar to be put on." He shakes his head. "Ross enjoys being a dick to me whenever he can."

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'You are never gonna take this.' He signs, wincing a little as Bruce gives his the shot, but in a few moments, he feels like his lungs are opening up again and that he can breath. He pops his hearing aids in and lays his head in Bruce's lap.

"As soon as the heats off we should go someplace on vacation." Clint says finally taking deep slow breaths.