From his perch on top of his and Sam's hut, Clint watched as Steve walked into the trees. The night had turned cloudy, blocking the moon, so the light wasn't great, but he could see that Steve was – upset.

He thought about going to see if he could help, maybe Steve wanted to talk about it, but decided against it. They weren't really all that close. It would just end up being uncomfortable for both of them.

His cell phone buzzed in his pocket and taking it out he saw there was a text from Natasha.


Clint sighed. Shit.