You watched as the bullets pierced through his torso, and you froze in both shock and fear for the worst. The second you saw his legs give way and his body drop to the ground, you tore away sprinting after him. You dropped to your knees beside him, turning his body over to examine the damage. You checked for any sign that he was still alive and could be saved. You looked over at Clint who looked to be in shock, and waiting for you in anticipation to give him some kind of instruction. "He's still got a pulse," you said. "If we hurry, we can save him." Clint nodded and helped you carry Pietro over to the helicarrier. You stayed by Pietro's side, while Clint went off to find him a medic. "You okay to stay here with him, and these people?" Clint asked you upon return.
"Yeah, go," you nodded, giving him a reassuring though half-hearted smile before he left with the other Avengers. You helped the medic get Pietro onto the stretch and to the medical bay. "I'm going to need your help getting these bullets out," the doctor informed you, once you got him onto the table.
"I don't think I'm-"
"I'm going to stop you right there. I don't have anyone else since they're seeing to other people. You want him alive then you have to help me."
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You were helping out with one of the last bullet wounds, trying to find one of the pieces that had broken off. It was around this time that Pietro started to come through again and you felt overwhelmed with your emotions that your eyes started to well up. "Pietro," you called softly, placing your hand on his; he looked to you, giving you a weak but relieved smile. "I'm glad you're awake," you said, simply relieved to see that he was still alive though seriously injured.
"I wish I could say the same, my insides feel like it's on fire," he groaned, before giving a small laugh. You couldn't help the smile on your face, and it didn't go unnoticed by Pietro who returned the smile. "Seeing you here makes the pain all worth it though," he said, earning an eye roll from the doctor.
"Seeing you here, alive... Well, I'm so relieved. I thought I lost you for a moment there."
"No, my body knew better than to give out," he laughed.
"Why's that?" You asked, playing along.
"Then I wouldn't have you to look forward to when I wake up each day."
"Very funny, Pietro, nice to see the bullets didn't damage your sense of humour," you laughed.
"Who said I was joking?"
"Stop," you said.
"I'm serious, you have a nice smile and you've got good heart. I like that about you."
"You don't know me that well," you retorted, not being able to help the blush creeping up on your cheeks.
"All the more reason not to die, so we can get to know each other," he winked at you, shifting his hand in yours to entwine your fingers together. "You watch, you won't be able to resist falling in love with me," he teased.
"I see the bullets didn't damage your ego either."
"Am I wrong?" he retorted, making you laugh.
"I don't know, maybe you'll be the one to falling in love." This time it was his turn to laugh. The doctor made a fake gagging noise, earning your attention. "Can you stop talking about love for a minute and help me with this bullet wound," they said, trying to get you to help hold the wound together for suturing. You reluctantly remove your hand from his to help the doctor.
