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"Give her some air back up!" Steve ordered as the only ones who were allowed to go to her were Natasha and Clint. Bucky handed (Y/n)'s unconscious body over to Nat and she stroked her daughter's face.

"(Y/n)? Baby girl can you hear me?"

"C'mon sweetheart c'mon. Open those beautiful (e/c) eyes of yours. Please do it for papa." Clint said taking her hand and checking her pulse. "Her pulse is very faint."

"We can't take her to a hospital the press will be all over us." Tony said.

"Get her to the medical wings and have Cho run some diagnostics on her. I'm gonna make a phone call." Bruce said. Clint took his daughter from Nat's arms and they all raced towards the medical wing while Bruce pulled out his phone and called Wong's number.

He waited for the phone to stop ringing and when Wong spoke up he said.

"Wong? Listen is Strange around? Yes I know I could just ask Strange for his number but this is a real emergency. It's (Y/n). Okay.....alright.....well she just passed out during dinner. But she's also been having extreme headaches, I even noticed how her hand was shaking. Alright. Yes.....okay tell him I'll meet him downstairs. Thanks Wong, yes bye." He hung up and soon enough a portal opened and in came in Stephen Strange.

"Where is she?" he demanded.

The Avengers all stayed outside of the room, most were sitting down anxiously bouncing their legs while the rest were pacing back and forth almost to the point where they would make a rut into the floor.

After what felt like hours (which was only 12 minutes), Stephen came out with a solemn expression on his face.

"How is she?" asked Nat as she walked up to him.

"She uhh—you all might want to sit down." At that phrase, each one of them knew this was something extremely serious and not even close to good news. "I talked with (Y/n) about her symptoms and I even got a closer look to see what exactly was going on in her head. And umm......there's no easy way to say this. Especially since I've seen this many times back in my surgeon days."

"You might as well just rip the band-aid off Doc because you're killing us here." Tony snapped. Stephen let out a heavy sigh and he told them.

"She has a Grade 4 brain tumor." At that everyone was speechless. No one knew what to say or even how to process the whole thing.

"A what?" asked Thor.

"Grade 4 brain tumor means it's practically incurable." Bruce explained to the Asgardian.

"For-for your mortal medicine maybe but if I took her to Asgard, our healers could heal her there."

"It wouldn't matter." Said Clint.

"What are you talking about of course it matters. She's your daughter Clint don't you care for her health and safety?!"

"Don't you ever say that I don't love (Y/n)! Don't you ever say that I don't care about her health and wellbeing!" Clint snapped angrily as he got up into Thor's face. Steve and Tony separated the two and Steve tried to calm Clint down by telling him.

"This isn't going to help any of us Clint." Clint shoved himself out of Steve's grip shaking his head and running his hands through his mohawk hair.

"I gave that girl a chance to have a father. I—I showed her how to shoot her first bow and arrow. She was a goddamn natural. I would give anything to take that tumor out of her and put it in me." Clint spoke in a broken tone. Natasha walked up to him and took his hand in hers.

The two super spies looked at each other before pressing their foreheads against one another, trying to draw in each other's strength as tears fell from both their eyes. After taking a deep breath Natasha spoke in a broken up voice.