#Tho imf being a branch of shield

[aki-draws-things]

So, my ability to write crossovers still works, I guess. Here, have a MCU/M:I crossover with Clint and Will being the same person (and having forgot what is the real name, so he keeps switching between the two at random times/when he's with one team or another.).

Yes, I know, Avengers would cover for Clint and all, and they do care, Benji is just pissed that he ended up hurt again when he wasn't with the IMF, that's all, plus the whole "they wouldn't catch you when you jump/fall like I do."

Enjoy~~

Shield missions were hard, and dangerous, but Clint Barton liked to think of himself as a specialist. Actually, that was exactly what he was. A highly trained and high level shield agent specialist. But no matter the danger he trusted his team. He trusted Natasha, with his life.

Avengers type of missions were dangerous, most likely deadly, and he was, thank you very much, human. In a team made of superheroes and Gods and supersoldiers and whatever the fuck was around these days. He was human, and humanly breakable, but he also was the best. They were a tight team, they cared for each other, deeply, Clint knew. But the stakes were always high, so high, way higher than he or his clearance level, or even his importance. So Clint never complained about not having a back up all the time, not after the first time, after which Captain America scoffed and said "we were all saving the world, Hawkeye", like Clint was the last recruit and still had to grasp at what they did. But Clint knew. He knew that if they had an eye, an arm or a weapon to spare, they would cover him.

Not cover, though, was the reason he landed, once again, in the bed of a too crowded hospital, with not enough nurses. Sure, there was shield hospital too, and Clint knew he would be transferred there soon enough, just give time for the team to regroup and--

"I hate them."

Clint blinked, a voice cut through the fog surrounding his brain and he smiled.

"no, you don't, you fan boy over all of them." he whispered. Talking hurt. Talking made something inside of him shift in the wrong way. He couldn't catch a proper breath.

"once, perhaps."

The voice got closer, a hand brushed over his forehead and Clint closed his eyes.

"why are you hurt?"

He wasn't asking him what the mission was, hell, everyone saw the avengers fight, he knew. Clint knew exactly what he was asking.

"had to jump... I jumped." he wheezed. Oh, God... That sounded wrong. Wrong on so many levels. He felt something wet in his throat.

"and where were they, Will?"

Will. Clint smiled. He liked when people remembered his real name. Though his shield and avengers teams thought his name was Clint. But it wasn't. Was it? Or perhaps it was Will the wrong, fake one? Could be... He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember - - he couldn't--- he coughed. Blood dripping from his lips.

"hey... Hey, Will, easy. It's okay, it's okay. I'm here. I'll call someone, yeah? We're gonna take care of you."

There was worry latched to the other man's words, and protectiveness, and a hand petting his head as he turned and screamed for help. Clint-- Will couldn't breath without chocking on his blood, he couldn't speak, and his vision gradually turned darker and darker and distant.

"B-- Ben---" he tried, the man turned again to him with tears falling down his cheeks.

Tears? Oh. Oh, no... He hated that. He hated when his team got so worried about him. He hated that they cared to the point of--

"it's okay. I'm here. I'm here. You'll be alright Will. I promise. I promise. Oh, God... I promise. Just stay with me. I--"

Benji babbled before screaming for a nurse again, with more panic.

"trust... You..." Will wheezed letting his eyes fall shut.

The IMF missions were, well... Impossibles. Agent Chief Analyst William Brandt knew what he was getting into every time he accepted, but he wasn't worried. He had his team, he trusted his team to cover for him and to catch him when he fell. Or jumped. Because they were team. They were family.

Yes.

Will trusted them with his eyes closed and his ears ringing and with blood leaking out of his body.

When he woke up again, in a obviously shield hospital room, Captain America was talking quietly with someone, arguing, actually, and clint had a hand wrapped in a warmer pair. He barely turned his head to notice Ethan snoring lightly on a chair next to the bed.

"I don't care who you are. That's a shield facility, Mr Barton is not allowed visitors from outside beside his team."

Briefly Will, or Clint, thought he would see Benji jump and try to strangle the super soldier.

"we are his team." he spit, in an anger that sounded so foreign on his voice. It made Will feel warm as he slowly drifted back to sleep.

"where was the great American hero when his teammate was dying and chocking on his blood?" was the last thing he heard before sleep took him again.

He was safe. He would be okay, just like Benji promised.

Clint, or Will perhaps, turned and stared at the Stark Tower elevator opening, Ethan and Benji entering the hall without even looking impressed and stopping a few steps from the elevator's door.

"who are they? J. Who gave them permission to--"

Clint tried, and failed, not to chuckle.

"tell me you didn't reroute the system. Ben, please---" he chuckled at his cheeks turning a slightly darker pink.

"his idea was to enter from the glass roof. With me." he said, outraged.

He crossed the room, spared just one look at Steve, who frowned briefly before recognizing the two men who didn't leave Clint's bedside at the hospital and grabbed him by both hands, dragging him to his feet.

"come." he sounded sweet. Sweet as the smile now playing on his lips as he dragged him and Clint let himself be dragged. "let's go home."

They stopped an instant when reaching Ethan, when he brought a hand up to caress his cheek, and the back of his neck, before pulling him closer and stealing a kiss.

"Eth--?"

"what Ben said. Let's go home, Agent Brandt."

And yet, despite the use of a title and his last name, his voice was the softest and fondest sound, making Will melt just a little bit.