A/N: I'm back! :D Enjoy your daily reading. :P

Catching up and Sleeping in:


"Hey Peggy. Where's your son?" She rolls her eyes at me.

"He's not here right now." My head tilts to the side and I smile.

"Come on, now. I'm smarter than that." She laughs and shakes her head. "I'd like to see him."

"That's too bad, Mr. Barton." I shrug my shoulders.

"All right." I start walking to the door that leads to the hallway.

"Where are you going?"

"To go find Phil."

"Stay away from my son." I stare her and shake my head.

"That's not possible, ma'am. I love him."

"You can't love him. You're a criminal." I don't answer her. Instead, I walk through the door and start walking towards Phil's room. It's a long, kind of boring walk, but it doesn't take long. I knock on his door and his face lights up when he sees me.

"Clint!" He tackles me into a hug. "You're here…" He mumbled into my shoulder as I wrap my arms around him.

"I told you I'd come home." He pulls me into his room and we both sit down on his bed. He's holding my hand and running his thumb over the back of my hand. I smile at him. "You didn't miss me, did you?" I joke and he squeezes my hand. "I'm home, Phil. That's all that matters, right?" He nods, unable to talk. I let go of his hand and wrap an arm around him. "It's okay, Phil. We're safe. We're both safe. There's nothing to worry about."

He leans into my hold and I can't help but smile. "That was stupid." He says as he buries his head into my shoulder. "Why would you so that?" I laugh a bit and tighten my grip on him.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time. Better than getting arrested, at least." I start rubbing circles into his back. "It's all right, Phil. I'm here. There's nothing to worry about." He nods into my shoulder. "Say something, here. I feel like I'm talking to myself."

"I love you."

"I love you too." I place a kiss to the top of his head. "I always will." He stares up at me questioningly.

"You're young. How can you know that?" I chuckle.

"You're young, too. Not even 25. I could be asking you the same thing." He tightens his grip on me. "I'm not leaving, Phil. Not again." He smiles gently and digs his face back into my shoulder. "Don't worry about a thing, Phil. Everything's gonna be fine. I promise."

"I know." He mumbles into my shirt. "I trust you."

"Well… You're making a mistake, but I'm glad." He shoots me a confused stare. "Trusting me really isn't the best option, here. I'm not the best person there is."

"Good enough." He mumbles tiredly into my shoulder.

"Let's get some sleep. We can talk more in the morning."


I wake up with Phil sprawled across me on the bed. I can't help but laugh because he's just so adorable. I close my eyes again and take a few deep breaths. "Good morning, Clint." I smile down at him, opening my eyes.

"G'morning, Phil." He shifts in my hold.

"Do you want breakfast?" His voice is a bit muffled as he talks into my chest.

"I'd rather just stay here for a few minutes. I'm really not in the mood right now to be dealing with your mom."

"No one is ever in the mood to deal with mom." I chuckle. Ain't that the truth.

"I'm sorry if I scared you when I ran off."

"It's all right. I understand why you did it. Besides, you called to let me know you were alive. That's better than nothing."

"I almost didn't call." I can feel Phil tense at the thought. "I didn't want to drag you into anything. I'm glad I did call, though. Hearing your voice was relaxing."

"I'm glad." He smiles and looks content listening to my racing heartbeat. "Don't ever scare me like that again."

"I can't promise that." He nods. "I'll do my best, though. I won't run off as suddenly as that. I'll talk to you about… whatever the hell needs to be talked about. I'll try and be better." Phil doesn't talk. "I guess I just… You know, have issues trusting people. I haven't exactly had the best life, you know. Nat's dad was my lawyer by the time I turned 11. When Nat got her degree a couple years ago she took over. I don't see why or how you could love someone like me."

"You don't give yourself enough credit." He looks up into my eyes. "You saved my life, Clint. There's good in you."

"You kissed me even before that." Point out. "Why?"

"Your eyes asked me to." I chuckle as a smile forms on my face.

"Well, thanks for listening." I joke as I rub circles into his side. "We should probably go eat breakfast now, no matter how much I want to stay in bed."

"Yeah. You're probably right."

A/N: Short? I know. Late? I know. I apologize. It all happened because of my stupid leg. It decided to hurt all day yesterday and the pain kept distracting me, so I wrote this chapter as fast as I could when I woke up. And it's just finished now. I'm sorry.