I am Coming Home: ENDGAME SPOILERS LIKE WOW GUYS

[blind_devil]

Matt really didn't have time to process the fact that he'd been dead five years before an updated version of his armor was being shoved at him and the wizard guy was snapping at him to put it on. Hell he'd barely had time to process that Kate was standing next to him  before they were getting ready for battle. The only thing keeping him from losing his mind and senses was the fact he had one hand buried in Lucky's fur. His mind was racing thinking of everything and everyone he might have missed. The person most on his mind was Clint Barton.

They had been flirting on and off for months and now any chance he had might have been taken away by some insane purple grape with delusions of grander. And for a born and bred New Yorker like Matt that was a little bit too much to take. So when the portal in front of the three of them opened with a hiss, Matt Murdock, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen didn't hesitate, but charged right through ready to be an Avenger.

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"Feeling like I want to crawl into bed for a month." He nods as he pulls on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. "Don't think I've really slept slept in the last five years." He says easily a bit of sadness to his voice.

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Matt nuzzles Clint. "Then let's sleep first for as long as you need okay. We can get food after we wake up."

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Clint wraps his arms around Matt for a long moment giving the man a firm squeeze. "Gonna have to be my ears until I can get new hearing aids." He says easily, as they start to shuffle toward the bed.

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"Always," Matt says warmly, "just like you are my eyes when I need you to be."

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Clint smiles and pulls Matt into bed wrapping his arms around his fellow Avenger. "Thanks Batty." He mumurs nuzzling into Matt's neck.

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Matt yawns too. "Always Hawk. That's why we work."

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Clint falls into a deep sleep for what feels like the first time in five years, his arms wrapped around Matt on leg draped over the other man his nose pressed into the crook of Matt's neck.

Within a few hours, Clint starts to twitch with a nightmare.

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Hyper sensitive to movement Matt wakes up and keeps himself completely wrapped around Clint wanting to offer him comfort no matter what.

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Clint starts screaming in his sleep for Natasha fighting wake up trashing in the bed a cold sweat starting to soak through the sheets.

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"Hey Hawk, hey it's okay I'm here it's okay," Matt soothes as he hangs onto Clint and takes the kicks with ease.

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Clint wakes up with a start wild-eyed looking around the room before breaking down into a sobbing fit.

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Matt hangs onto Clint letting him sob and let out all his pain.

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Clint leans into Matt as he sobs and then starts to cough his ribs ache, and it's not long before he can taste the metallic of blood in his mouth from the coughing. "It should have been me."

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Matt can smell blood and reaches for his phone calling Bruce with a quick swipe. "Hey Hawk don't....don't think like that okay...."

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"I tried to make it be me." He admits shaking his head coughing again. "You didn't have to call Jolly Green." He frowns.

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"You are coughing up blood Hawk," muttered Matt, "and speaking as one who had a building fall on them too that hurts."

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Clint nods curling his head into Matt's lap, "It did hurt, not as much as losing her..." He says, "I dragged her into shield... I was supposed to kill her, and I made a different call." He chokes, "We called each other murder friends, because I knew her, before even Phil..." he says tears running out.

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"I knew her too," Matt says his voice cracking as he swallows his own tears, "we dated for a while...even moved to San Francisco together....but it didn't work out....she was who she was and I was who I was. But she always stayed a good friend...hell she was the one who kept telling me to get off my ass and tell you how much I cared. She even tried to recruit me before I went solo....but there was the law firm and I'm kind of a one town kind of guy."

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Clint curls his fingers through Matt's hand and squeezes a little head still in Matt's lap, face pressed to the man's stomach. Clint shudders a little, coughing again, just as Bruce lets himself into the apartment.

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Matt looks up at Bruce unwilling to untangle himself from the other man. "He's coughing up blood and I can hear a whistle but I don't think it's a lung whistle." He sighed. "He says he's fine but I smell blood."

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Clint's not looking at anyone's lips and he can't really make out what Matt is saying to Bruce, he raises his hand and signs he can't hear anyone, and he needs new aids on top of whatever else Matt is telling Bruce, then he tells them he's fine.

But he does sit up a little bit of blood on the corner of his mouth. 'Hi B." he signs and talks, trying to keep his voice at a normalish volume. His eyes are red from crying and his voice a little raw he bites his lip a little embarrassed.

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Bruce putters around signing in Clint's hand everything that he's doing. He takes the opportunity to check Matt over as well since they don't know much about what the Vanished had been through. Plus charging right into battle wasn't the best idea for anyone. He chats with Matt keeping him abreast of what he was doing to him.

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Clint sits there and lets Bruce poke and prod him watching the man's lips, broken ribs blah blah blah punctured lung... hospital... fuck. He looks over at Matt frowning.

"We'll take you both to the Tower... We set up medical there Stephen and I have been treating people post battle." Bruce signs and speaks. He looks over at Matt, "We have the sensory tanks working, Peter's already in one."

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Matt looks relieved at hearing this. His whole body has been screaming at him because his senses were on overload. He was pretty sure anyone other than Peter and himself would be down on the floor curled in a ball and crying. He untangles himself from Clint and struggles to sit up suddenly aware of how overloaded he is. "Come on Hawk...a few days at Tower Awesome will do us both some good."

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Clint begrudgingly goes Lucky sitting in his lap as Bruce drives him and Matt to the tower, and okay maybe it's for the best because as they are headed to the tower he coughs up another glob of blood.

He leans against Matt again trying to anchor the other man.