Fandom: The Avengers
Clint and Natasha stumbled, broken, into their getaway transport jet, and Agent Coulson’s silence was just as intimidating as the reprimand that promised to follow. There were at least a half dozen broken ribs between the pair; Clint could tell by the way his partner limped that her leg had been broken, and Natasha was fairly certain the bullet grazing his arm had only barely missed a major artery. There was enough blood to top it off, not all of it their own.
"I’m taking full responsibility for this one," Clint said before Natasha could blame it on him anyways. He collapsed, exhausted, into one of the seats of the jet, and sitting there was just as painful as trying to walk had been.
"Of course you are," Natasha almost hissed, sitting opposite. "I had things covered on the ground and you had to spook them by using that stupid trick arrowhead. You shouldn’t be allowed to bring those on a mission if you’re just going to mess around." The archer gave a self-satisfied grin, and regretted it as soon as he saw the look Coulson gave them.
He chewed the assassins out during the entire flight back to the helicarrier, which seemed to take forever. Natasha said nothing, handing the jump drive with the intel over at the right moment and using the rest of her time to try to bandage herself up. Another catsuit was ruined, though thankfully most of the tears had been grazes, with no direct bullet holes.
Clint tried to defend himself, saying “de guh ha a guh” through a mouthful of gauze, but their handler wasn’t buying it. He sent the pair to the infirmary as soon as they landed, warning them that they had a debriefing the next morning and that they were almost definitely going on suspension.
"Great going, hotshot," Natasha said, punching Clint in the shoulder as soon as Coulson was out of earshot. They both winced from the hit.
"What?" Clint protested. "That was a simple mission, easy peasy, we got the intel and we didn’t even have to drop anyone. You didn’t even crack you skull on this one."
"If you’re going to piss Coulson off, wait until it’s bad enough so we can get a full month leave. With this we’re lucky if we get two weeks at best."
"Probably not even that," Clint said with a frown, "with the way Stark’s been acting"
"Think it through next time."