Clint had picked up Maria, though he realized in hindsight that wasn't really a good idea. Even though he'd held her while she slept countless times, this was different. She was unresponsive, limp, his mind kept leaping to the worst conclusions and he had to keep reassuring himself she was breathing. He pat her back and rubbed her bottom and swayed side to side, bouncing a bit, trying anything he could think that might wake her but she didn't stir.
"I don't....I don't know." he answered, more panic in his voice than he would have liked. "And where's everyone else?" he mumbled, more of an afterthought.