In the Hospital...

*Steve sits next to Clint’s bed with his sketchbook open in front of him and a few files on the floor next to him* *he hasn’t started drawing yet, though, and none of the files look like they’ve been looked at either*

*he is, instead, watching Clint’s sleeping face intently, as though he could work out how to fix what went wrong, with the mission, with the rescue, with everything*

*he is very, very still*