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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[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.