Chapter 12

SHIELD'S reaction was, to say the least, rather amusing.

They all froze, staring as the doors slid open. And I wouldn't blame them. There was a beaten up, bloodified, genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, Tony Stark/Iron man who was currently holding a magical sceptre, the whole time barely able to stand. And then there was an unconscious evil god, number 1 on the most wanted list, with no injuries what-so-ever, lying face down on the metal floor, completely knocked out. Not a sight you see everyday.

I frowned, searching for a familiar face in the small crowd. Agent number 1. Agent number 2. Agent number 3. And there was Maria Hill. And there was a few guys in fancy uniform. And there was Fury. And there was Barton. And there wa- Wo, wo, wo, back up a bit. Barton?

I snapped my gaze back to him, locking eyes with a familiar greeny-blue pair. Clint. I grinned at him and he smirked back, walking up to me. Everyone else was still frozen in shock.

"Hey Stark" he said and I grinned, "Hey Barton".

He pulled me into a hug, "Don't you DARE disappear on us again".

"No promises" I replied laughing as he pulled back. I looked over his shoulder, tossing Fury the sceptre, "He's all yours Nickie".

The director unfazed himself just in time to catch the magical stick before it hit the ground. He looked back up at me, then at Loki, then back to me, "How… What… Ho-".

"Nikie" I said firmly, cutting him off, "There's three things I wasn't right now. Food. A shower. And sleep… Preferably in that order. Until those three tasks are complete, Do not ask me shit, ok?".

Clint stifled a laugh, looking me up and down, "Your pretty fucked up".

"… Yea, I know" I replied and he whistled, looking over at the medical team. They immediately rushed over.

I glared up at him, "You are going to pay for this".

"Tony. You need help. Medical help. Stitches, casts, bright sparkly pink Barbie plasters. The lot" he replied sighing and I narrowed my eyes at him, "If you come anywhere within 10- no, within 50, feet of me with a Barbie plaster, you'll never touch that bow of yours again".

"SHIELD'll get me a new one" he replied confidently and the doctors forced me to sit down on a stretcher.

"Legolas, your forgetting one VERY important crucial fact here" I told him as they wheeled me away, "I know where you sleep".

Two hours later, I was lying down on the couch back at the Avengers tower, completely worn out. I had, in fact, broken my leg, which was now in a very awkwardly annoying cast, they had fixed my broken nose, and I had gotten quite a lot of stitches across my chest which was then wrapped with white bandages from my waist up to just below the Arc Reactor. My finger, wrist, and arm were still broken surprise, surprise, and they gave me a new sling since the other one was slightly… covered in blood… So, yea… new sling.

"Is he asleep?" someone asked quietly.

"Nope" I said, opening one eye, and looking up to find Pepper leaning over the back of the couch, staring back at me.

She smiled, "You knocked out Loki?".

I grinned back, "Hey, he had it coming".

"And he deserved it" someone else said darkly and I looked around Pepper to find Clint sitting in the armchair, "Your still here?".

"Can't get rid of me that easily" he replied laughing, "Besides, doc says you got a concussion".

I frowned, "Concussion? I cant remember hitting my head…".

"Forgotten already? That's the concussion now for ya" he replied and I smirked, looking back at him, "You're a rubbish liar Barton. You just want to keep an eye on me".

He sighed, "Fine, you got me. But don't tell the others that".

"The others?" I asked confused, "When are they back from their imaginary mission? In fact, why aren't you with them?".

"I kind of promised Fury I would put an arrow through his only eye if I couldn't stay" he admitted, "As for the others, they should be back within the hour at the latest".

"You THREATENED Fury?" I asked, "… You're finally learning".

Pepper frowned and hit me lightly on the shoulder, "NO HARASSING SHIELD".

"Aw, but annoying brainless agents takes up most of my day" I whined and Clint nodded, "Its true. He sends me the video's".

Pepper sighed, and headed back to the elevator, which had been cleaned of all blood, sweat and tears, and hit the button for it.

"I shall check up on you tomorrow. Until then, Stay. Out. Of. Trouble" she told me firmly before disappearing down the lift.

I turned back to Clint, "You know Legolas… I suddenly feel like causing trouble".

He nodded thoughtfully, grinning back at me, "You know what Stark? So do I".

"New visitor" Clint said suddenly as the elevator dinged. Someone else, had arrived.

"Where is he?". Ah, there was Bruce. Science Buddy. They couldn't see me on the couch. I smirked and raised a hand, "One genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist ".

He rushed over, looking me up and down, "… You broke your leg?".

"Correction. LOKI broke my leg" I replied looking up at him.

He sighed, "What else did LOKI break?".

"Mmm… my nose… got that fixed… not very nice… He had an invisible knife too, that was kind of cool… and… oh yea, I got a new sling, you like it? I think it's beautiful" I said, lifting up my arm to show him. Clint had decided to colour in the white fabric, and it was now dotted with unicorns, butterflys, and rainbows. Very stylish.

"Yes Tony, I like your sling… why did you need a new one?" Bruce asked suddenly and I frowned, "Old one got… bloodified".

"Bloodified?" he asked and I nodded, "Means completely and utterly covered in blood. New word. I just made it up".

He sighed, frowning at me, "You seriously got to take better care of yourself".

"He didn't tell you the best part yet" Clint said smirking and Bruce turned to him, "What?".

"He, Mr. Stark, the amazing Iron Man, knocked out Loki with his own sceptre" he said happily and Bruce turned back to me, "… what?".

"I knocked out Loki. With a magical stick" I admitted grinning.

"You got to be kidding me… You shoot magic at him or something?".

I grinned even wider, "No, just used a very fancy, skilled way of knocking someone, or somegod, unconscious for a certain matter of time while other duties had to be preformed on said ones being or rather, one body".

He stared at me blankly and I sighed, "I hid him across the head with a stick".

"Got ya" he replied grinning, "Oh, and the other three will be up soon. Had to be debriefed by Fury on some battle or another".

"And ye two didn't?" I asked, looking between him and Barton.

"Well I have no idea what he's talking about" Clint said shrugging.

"And I was the other guy, so I can't remember a thing" Bruce finished, "Or so I tell them".

Another half hour later and everyone was crowed into the sitting room, laughing, talking, getting drunk… Ok, fine, I was the only one getting drunk. Even though I wasn't meant to touch alcohol for another while. Natasha snuck me glasses of vodka, and we told everyone else it was just water. I seriously had to thank her later.

"So… How are you?" Clint asked me quietly, sitting down next me and I gave a genuine smile, "Honestly? I'm pretty good".

And I was, I realised. I was no longer jumping at every little movement. I was no longer waiting for a crazed God to come back. I was no longer fucked up in the head.

But most importantly of all, I was no longer just Tied Together With A Smile.

IM FINSIHED!

Sorry bout the ending, I hope its alright :)

But now iv got more time to concentrate on the only other fanfic im writing, Broken Arrow, about Clint Barton forgetting his whole past

If you haven't read it yet, your either stupid, or live under a rock.

So PLEASE check it out!

As for now,

Прощайте, мои друзья, и берегите себя!

Rachel :)