Kate leaned her head back. Thoughts drowned her.
Maria dragged him back to the secluded spot. "You just had to…"
Suddenly he gripped her wrists and spun around to push her against the wall. He had her pinned smoothly.
"Dammit," she muttered.
He grinned slyly. "Tell me how we first met, Maria."
"No," she growled, freeing one of her wrists and slapping him.
Jackson covers his face, rubbing his eyes and snarling.
Clint lands the craft smoothly and stands, taking up his bow, "Maria?!"
Maria lifted her foot to his chest to kick him away, but when her leg was extended, he grabbed her ankle and pulled her forward. When she was off balance, he hugged her tightly to his chest. "You still love me, admit it Maria."
"Dammit!" she hissed. "Go to hell!"
Jackson followed his dad.
"Uh. Jackson. Get Kate out of here." Clint loads an arrow and walks toward the two, "Hey! Get back! Get away from her perv."
Jackson rushes to Kate and picks her up bridal style and opens the hatch
Louis only smirked. "Why should I? Legally, she's my wife."
Maria glared at him. "I am not your wife."
Kate's eyelids flickered. "M-Mom," she mumbled.
Clint tightens the bow string, "I dont wanna get physical buddy. But If I have to I will. She said to be let go."
"She's fine. I'm going to get you to an infirmary. "
"Technically, all she said was, quote, 'Dammit' and quote 'Go to hell'," Louis objected.
Maria scowled. If only looks could kill…
Kate moaned quietly.
Clint let's the arrow fly. It lands through the other guy's hand with a nasty thunk.
"Its ok. Hang in there."
Louis released Maria. She grabbed his collar and shoved him to the ground.
"Jackson… what will happen to my mom?"
Clint runs over to them, raising his bow as if to smash it over that man's head, "Do you need help getting him put of here?"
Jackson spun in a circle, lost, "Uh. She'll be fine. My dad us with her."
Maria blocked his bow with her forearm. "Unfortunately, I need him conscious for now. But help would be nice."
"Left," she murmured.
Clint drops his arms and leans down, grabbing the man's arm and hawling him up to his feet..
"Oh." Jackson takes a sharp left and the infirmary was right in front of them, "You have to be kidding me!"
Maria narrowed her eyes and looked him up and down. Blood from his hand was on his uniform and wiped on his face.
"Maria…" he said huskily.
"I don't want another word out of you or Clint will have all the permission in the world to permanently fracture your skull," she snarled.
He fell silent at once.
She smiled faintly. "Men suck at directions, right?"
Clint laughs appreciatedly at that, tapping his bow against his leg threateningly.
"No. That's just a stereotype. I'm good with directions just right now U am low key freaking out." He walks up to the desk, tells them the problem then follows the nurse into the er
"That's better," she spat. "Come on – walk."
He didn't move.
"He hit your hand, not your leg. Walk."
Kate stifled a groan as her wound flared up again painfully.
Clint snarls, grabbing the man by his shoulder and throwing him forward, "You take too long."
Jackson follows the nurses orders and sets Kate down on a movable, hospital bed and steps back.
The nurses take charge, plugging and inserting wires and tubes, "Her vitals are steady. Not good. But steady." One calls as a doctor walks briskly into the curtained area.
Maria smirked, for once grateful of Clint's impatience.
Clint pushes the man forward with his bow, "Keep walking. "
Jackson backs out of the area, walking to a waiting area at the front of the infirmary
Louis stumbled forward.
Maria strode towards the main doors, and her heart sank. There was Nick – blocking the way.
Clint grabs the man's collar to stop him forcably as he stands slightly behind Maria.
Maria lifted her chin and pressed her lips into a line. "Director Fury."
"Agent Hill. Agent Barton. What are you doing here? I told you not to send a rescue party."
"We were the rescue party."
Nick arched his eyebrows. "Really? And who's this?"
"Prisoner," she replied in a heartbeat.
"Oh we can call him a prisoner now?" Clint barks unhelpfully
Maria turned and glared at him. "Clint…"
"What?"
"Not helping." She turned back to Nick. "I'm sorry for going against orders, sir," she said professionally.
He sighed. "Technically you could get thrown out of S.H.I.E.L.D. for this."
She stiffened. See? she mentally told Clint.