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Sorry for the wait, everyone! I don't think I really have any excuses for you except that I've been updating my other stories.

*wipes a tear* Oh, what lovely reviews!

Anyways, here's the next chapter with Percy being... Percy I guess.

This will be a continuation of Clint and Percy's 'friendship' moment... Lots of arguing!

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   "Clint..." Steve placed a hand on the archer's shoulder, lightly shaking him. "Come on, you should go to bed. It's been three days..."

   "No," Clint refused, shrugging off the hand. "I'm staying here. I'm waiting."

   Steve sighed, as if this was the usual occurrence, "Waiting for what?"

   "For Percy to wake up."

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   "Clint, it's been a week."

   "I'm staying."

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   "Barton, come on! It's been twelve days!"

   "Can it, Stark!" The archer snapped, "I'm not moving!"

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    "Three weeks, Clint," Natasha tried. "Why don't we go back to the tower-"

   "It won't work, Nat. Don't bother."

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   Clint was leaning back on the chair outside of Percy's hospital room. This was the first time in a week where he's gotten any semblance of sleep. He woke and sat up when a nurse walked quietly out of the room, "Is he-"

   "I'm sorry," The lady smiled sadly. "He hasn't woken up yet. Not even a twitch."

   Clint groaned, head falling back.

   Five weeks.

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   Eight weeks.

   Clint was dead tired, watching the nurses enter and exit the room hoping the news would change. Natasha had come earlier with food, chicken with rice. He used to eat fish, sometimes fried or grilled, but stopped ever since he met Percy. Huh, now that he thought about it... He missed his best friend.

   His best friend who was in a coma for eight...fucking...weeks.

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   "Why won't you leave?" Tony asked, sitting next to Clint, on week nine.

   "Percy was with me," Clint responded after a couple of seconds. "He saved me even when he was injured... H-He's my best friend... I can't lose him..."

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  Clint was going to cry. Ten weeks has Percy been in a coma. He was always outside the door (save for when one of the nurses forced him to shower and eat) as if Percy would magically walk out.

   'The first words out of his mouth would probably be an insult.' Clint mused internally. He would have preferred even that than this stilted silence. 'Gods', He thought. 'I'm miserable.'  He would admit, he picked up habits from Percy just like the other had. He would say 'gods', never eat a fish, nearly vomit when someone did eat one,  cry at Finding Nemo, and laugh at the movies about the gods.

   He was pathetic.

   He and Percy may argue constantly but they did care for him. He remembered how, even with his dislike for confined places, Percy climbed into the vents looking for him because he knew he was upset. Percy had once given him his last blue cookie when he had accidently dropped his in his glass of milk.

   He missed his best friend.

   The best friend who was the only one to get Tony Stark away from his lab without having to rip the genius away from an invention. The best friend with the secret smile and shining eyes. The best friend who encouraged him to keep fighting even when he was close to collapsing. The best friend who saved his life when his was close to the end.

   The best friend who was battling for his life right now.

   Clint knew that he probably wasn't the only one worrying their head off. He knew Thor was (the dude worshiped Percy). Tony definitely was, probably locking himself in his lab. Bruce was - okay, so everyone was worried. Who wouldn't be? Percy had managed to worm his way into all of the Avengers' hearts with his half smiles and childish questions.

   He missed the way how Percy would say nothing when Clint barged into his room at two in the morning, agitated and worried for Natasha, and would simply look at him through the dark with his sea-green eyes. Despite the hour, he would get up and sit with him at the window until he fell asleep.

   He missed the way Percy would kick him awake the same day, complaining on how his room wasn't a home for birds, but would still leave out a pillow and blanket by the window.

   He missed how Percy would throw down the gaming remote when Clint beat him again at a video game before diving out a window when a monster crashed in after him. He always blamed it on Clint.

   He missed how, when he woke up in the vents, there would be a note saying: You snore too loud. If you're going to sleep above my room, try not to sound like you're choking on a bagpipe. -Percy.

   He missed Percy.

   Clint just wanted the demigod to wake up -to say anything to him. Hell, he could deal with an insult. It could even be something like-

   "Gods, Barton. How long have you been out here? You stink!"

   Like that.

   "Percy!" Clint shouted, jumping to his feet.

   Percy stood at the doorway of his room, a grin playing on his lips. Part of his hair (having now reached his shoulders) was tied up and he wore a sweater with sleeves that were too long and black pants.

   Clint realized, with some irritation, that it was his sweater the demigod was wearing and probably his pants too. "I did take a shower two hours ago!" He yelled, his brain finally catching up with him.

   "Whatever," Percy yawned earning an incredulous look from Clint, seeing as how the demigod was out for ten weeks. "I'm hungry, Wanna get a cheeseburger? I'm getting a cheeseburger. A nice, greasy cheeseburger."

   "Sure," Clint laughed. "Let's get a cheeseburger."

   "Awesome. You buying?"

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