“I know,” he murmurs, without taking his eyes off his work. “I know, man, I know. You be as loud as you need, all right? We got this.”

There’s a reason Sam’d essentially gagged him, because being able to bite down on something really does help with the pain - and so does shouting your ass off, and this way no matter how loud Clint ends up getting, it’ll be dampened. Less attention drawn to them that way.

He twists the stick he’s using to tighten the tourniquet one more time, then tucks it under the fabric and ties it off.

“You still with me, cupid? We gotta head back to the base.”