He felt his heart drop as you were carried in to the tower, nearly covered in your own blood.

You had gotten hurt. Bad. And he wasn't there to stop it.

The one time he didn't go on a mission without you, you got hurt, to the point where he was scared that you wouldn't make it. The nurses at the Avengers Tower hooked you up to all these machines, going on about medical jargon that he didn't know anything about. He was too preoccupied with his anxiety regarding your condition to really process any of it, anyway.

"Please wake up..." Clint found himself murmuring, taking your hand in his. He didn't want you to wake up alone and insisted on being by your side.

In this moment, he wasn't Hawkeye, master spy among many other skills. He was Clint Barton, the man who couldn't lose you.