This was written for KuryakinGirl who requested a sick Clint fic. This will most likely be a series of oneshots at various times in their partnership where Clint isn't always the strong one. :)
Title: Out of commission
Author: Cindy Ryan
timeline: post movie
Natasha Romanoff scanned the rapidly darkening sky over Husavik, Iceland. The port city in Northeast Iceland was known for whale watching and fishing. The Black Widow was waiting for a medivac transport as she stood on a dock. S.H.I.E.L.D. had sent she and her partner Clint Barton to the edge of the Arctic four days previous to gather intel. Copycats had been popping up all over the world since the battle for New York City. People who frighteningly admired Loki and were taking up his mantle of world domination.
Two days into the mission Clint had collapsed on the street right in front of her. At first Natasha had thought Hawkeye had been shot or injured by some new kind of weapon that was silent. It wasn't until she had examined him that she discovered the fever. Clint was burning up, shaking and sweaty. It was obvious he'd been sick for days and was hiding it from her. Natasha had been furious. Furious and worried. Despite outward appearances Clint was still dealing with being under Loki's mind control. Feeling he had to prove himself to the team no matter what. Now Natasha saw the results of the no matter what. Her friend and partner was lying on his back on a stretcher next to her huddled under a blanket. As pretty and scenic as Husavik was there wasn't a major medical center. The local doctor had diagnosed Clint with a severe case of the flu. He needed twenty-four hour monitoring and fluid intake. All things a S.H.I.E.L.D medical facility could easily provide. The closest one however was on the eastern coast of Greenland in Tasiilaq four hours away at best speed. Finally the familiar shape of an aircraft appeared on the horizon and Natasha felt some of the tension ebb from her shoulders. She glanced down at Clint and knelt to pull the blanket farther up around his shoulders.
"Help's almost here."Natasha said softly. "You'll feel better in no time."
The aircraft was medium sized and a favorite of S.H.I.E.L.D since it could land anywhere water being no exception. The gray plane hovered a few seconds above the harbor before landing on the surface and sliding gracefully up to the dock Natasha was waiting on. The rear bay door opened and two medics one male and one female got out and hopped onto the dock. The person behind them was the one that surprised Romanoff. In fact it was the last person she expected to see. Bruce Banner smiled at her surprise as he clambered out onto the dock.
"Not that I'm not happy to see you, Bruce."The Black Widow began as the medics quickly whisked Clint into the transport. "But what are you doing here?"
Banner offered Natasha his right hand and helped her into the transport just as the back door closed. "I was in northern Greenland doing some research. They have fantastic labs and observatories here. Fury contacted me since I was the closest...thought you might need some help. Us...male members of the species aren't the best when we're sick...we make awful patients."
Natasha moved to sit next to Clint's stretcher as the plane taxied and took off. She smiled back at Bruce with a nod. She still wasn't used to this bond; this family teh Avengers had created. Today she was grateful for it.
"Thanks."The Black Widow commented.
"What family is for."Bruce stated. "We look out for each other."