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I woke up with a headache, one of the worst I'd ever had. I blinked open my eyes to see... someone's butt? What? Then I remember what'd happened before I passed out and hit that cart. I started to move around to escape, who I assumed was the other speedster. He sighed and shook me a little, "I would prefer not to drop you." He stated flatly, he had a certain accent. I squirmed harder, my headache increased. I got that feeling in the back of my throat. I didn't like this guy, but I did not want to throw up on him. I struggled harder, he slung me back over his shoulder to sit in front of him, "What is your-" I cut him off rolling onto my knees and throwing up stomach acid. "He is throwing up." He said to no one in particular. "We're a couple miles away," I stopped to cough a few times before throwing up again. "Stomach acid I think," he said, maybe he was on the phone with someone. A few minutes later, Clint and Steve appeared in the alley we'd stopped in. Clint ran over and patted my back, "Steve go get him some food and water." I heard Steve run off. I started shaking as I stopped throwing up, Clint rubbed my back. "You okay?" Clint asked, the other speedster stared at me. I didn't acknowledge him. Steve ran back into the alley holding a bag from McDonald's. "I got you some too Pietro," Steve said handing the other speedster a couple large burgers. Pietro tore into them, Steve handed Clint what I assumed were my burgers. Clint unwrapped one and held it up to my face. "C'mon kid, you need to eat." I hesitantly took the food and ate it, hoping it would soothe my headache.

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