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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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."

[nexttarget]

'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.

[wearebothangry]

"Yeah I was thinking one of the Disney parks maybe," Bruce says taking Clint's pulse, "lots of crowds not a lot of people would notice us and we have talked about going there before."

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"I've never been..." He says breathing finally evening out and coming easier then it had before. "Always wanted too, never got too." He shrugs and feels sleep starting to creep up on him, real sleep, not passing out from drugs.

He rolls over in Bruce's lap face pressing into the doctors stomach pulling the blanket around them as sleep starts to take him over.

[wearebothangry]

Bruce quietly strokes Clint's hair as the archer slept and the plane flew on to Wakanda. He was thinking deep thoughts and not so deep ones the whole time. About the past and the future and the Avengers broken and not broken.

[nexttarget]

Clint snuggles deeper into Bruce face pressed to the doctor's belly as his arms wrap around the man's middle, finally sleeping for real, not the sleep of the drugged and passed out.

The archer doesn't wake up until the plane is touching down in Wakanden air space, and lets out a low groan. "Oh my god..." He mutters, "head ache and dry mouth." He says pressing back into Bruce's stomach like he's trying to crawl inside the doctor and hide.

[wearebothangry]

Bruce reaches over and grabs a bottle of water from the few Steve had brought him. He opens it and puts it under Clint's nose "Small sips and then we'll talk about some food and painkillers. Don't want to pass out in front of royalty."

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"No painkillers..." Clint says line facing, sipping the water, it's still an issue for him, he doesn't like how they make is mind foggy. But he knows Bruce will push them, because his body needs them.

He sips the water a little more, "I'm hungry but food sounds gross." He says nuzzling Bruce a little.