46"Jealously can be a powerful thing." sighed Bruce as he was examining Clint's jaw.
"Did you know that he... well, y'know?" said Clint, hissing a little as Bruce lightly touched the bruised area.
"I wasn't entirely sure until I saw his face when he seen us together,' replied Bruce. "You should be fine; I don't think anything's broken."
They were both in Bruce's lab, sitting on one of the benches.
Bruce kissed Clint's forehead and went over to the kitchen area to make something to eat.
He made an assortment of breakfast foods: scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and various other things Clint loved.
As Bruce was cooking, Clint just stared at him.
Clint eyebrows were furrowed as he thought about something.
Bruce looked over at him and smiled; he smiled back.
When Bruce finished, he called Clint over and they both started eating.
Half way through their meal, Clint stopped eating and stared at Bruce again.
Bruce noticed and stopped too.
"Clint?"
Clint was silent for a moment.
"Do you want to leave?" asked Clint.
Bruce just looked at him.
"What do you mean? Leave where?"
"This place, S.H.I.E.L.D., the Avengers, everything." Clint said, looking completely serious.
Bruce's eyes widened a little.
"Wait, what? How can you-, I mean what do you even-" Bruce was interrupted by Clint.
"Just give me a simple answer; yes or no."
Bruce looked frustrated.
"Well yeah, obviously, but I'm too dangerous, I won't be-" Bruce stopped speaking as Clint stood up and walked to the door.
He opened it and peered outside then looked back at Bruce.
"Start packing, but only one suitcase. Just pack what you absolutely need."
"But... but..." Bruce stammered, but Clint had already left.
He looked at all the food left on the table and sighed. He had caught the look of sheer determination on Clint's face, so he went to his bedroom and started to pack.
-o-
Clint was in his room with his mobile phone between his ear and shoulder while packing his suitcase.
"Do you think you could do it?"
He had two shirts in each hand; looking at them both to decide which one to take. One was blue and the other purple.
"Great. Do you know when you'll be there?"
He packed the purple one.
"That's fine. No, he won't be a problem, he's just a little nervous. I'll need the cloak though."
He jogged into the bathroom and gathered all his toiletries and jogged back into his bedroom.
"I just need to get away from all this, as does he. Fury won't be a problem if we do this properly."
He packed a small box containing important papers and then moved towards his wardrobe to get some extra guns.
"Do you have the passports? What are the names? ... Oh boy, well, they'll do."
He packed a couple of his hand guns then zipped up his case. He took it and walked towards the door.
"So when do-... I'll call you back in 2 minutes." Clint hung up. Steve was standing at the door.
"Hey, I'm sorry about what..." started Steve. He looked at Clint's case and then back at Clint. "Where are you going?
"Out." said Clint, his face blank.
"Where?" Steve looked concerned.
"Out." Clint repeated. "What do you want?"
"I just came to say that I'm sorry." said Steve, looking apologetic.
"Okay." Clint said, still showing no emotion. "Now if you don't mind, I need to go."
"Oh, okay." Steve walked away from the door frame to let Clint through.
Once Clint had passed, he closed the door, locked it, and blocked anyone from opening it.
He turned to see Steve standing next to him, looking at him sadly.
Clint turned and walked down the hall.
Steve wiped his eye as a tear was about to escape. He turned and walked in the other direction.
-o-
Clint walked outside of the building, and spotted a man next to the road 'waiting on a car'.
He walked over to him and gave him his suitcase. In return, the man gave him a black device that looked like a watch.
He nodded and walked back into the facility.
-o-
Bruce was sitting on his chair in his lab with his packed suitcase on the floor next to him when Clint walked back in.
He smiled at Bruce.
"You ready?" asked Clint, slightly out of breath, but sounding excited.
"Clint, will you tell me what's going on?" asked Bruce, still confused.
Clint grinned.
"We're leaving."
A/N
I wonder what Clint's doing? :D
Again, sorry for the long wait!
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