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Clint turned a millisecond after Steve did, hefting Sam up higher into his arms for a more secure hold on him. The boy planted his chin on his shoulder, digging it into the skin without meaning to, as he peered around the archer to watch Steve's departure. Taking advantage of his distraction, he reached up and tapped his com. "I got the kid," he explained, "He seems harmless. I'm bringing him over to where the medivacs are supposed to land." "Alright, good." It was Natasha who answered. "And Rogers?" "He's not injured, if that's what your concerned about," Clint admitted, "A few bumps and scrapes, but they'll heal quickly enough. I wouldn't