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[cap_rogers0704]

Well this entire situation didn't go even half the way it was supposed to go. First, their cover was blown pretty much from the moment they arrived, second, enemy fire pinned them both down and Clint got hit. They managed to succeed in their mission but at cost. Clint was injured and their comms were destroyed so no exit strategy and no way to call for help.

It was cold and pouring rain outside and it took maybe thirty minutes for Steve to find them a safe place to stay, one of Clint and Natasha's old hidaways that Clint was able to direct him too.

Steve set Clint on the bed and then went in search of first aid supplies.

"Alright, Barton, this is going to hurt," He says gently as he begins to tug away the others tack gear to examine the wound.

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[nexttarget]

Clint winces but is relaxed for the most part, he's taking deep slow breaths. "It's not that bad, Steve..." He says shaking his head, "I'm not in a body cast this time."

[cap_rogers0704]

"You got shot three times, Clint." Steve says as he presses hard on the bleeding wound in the archers side. "One of them's still bleeding badly." Steve gets most of his clothes off and manages to dress the other two, he'll need stitches or something when they get back to civilization, but right now Steve's more worried about his side.

"Is anything numb?"

[nexttarget]

"No." He says easily as Steve patches him up, "Shit always hurts, but it's not my first rodeo, tried though." He says easily. "But this mission was a bunch of bullshit." He pauses a moment, "You don't need to worry so much."

[cap_rogers0704]

"I love you, Clint. I'm always gonna worry." Steve whispers even as he works on getting him to a state here he'll stop losing blood.