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Clint’s mind thought back to his last mission, his mission to make things right with Kate. To save those kids he’d given up on, save them and give them a chance at a good life. They’d been successful and the kids were as safe as they could ever be, on an island in the middle of the ocean with the best Stark Tech available guarding the island and they were happy. Barney had always wanted a gaggle of kids and now he had 5 of them. He thought back to his conversation with Kate, on the beach, she really was his best friend, and because he loved her, he knew he had to let her spread her wings and be Hawkeye on her own.
Now, that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It hurt more than he’d ever thought it would. That’s why he was sitting in the middle of his apartment, drinking a fifth of Hawkeye Vodka, and thumbing through his mp3 player. He hadn’t even heard from Kate in weeks, and he thought that’s what hurt the most. He hit random on his player and a song began to play and he listened as he took another swig out of his bottle. He grabbed his phone and hit record, recording the song clip and sent it to Kate.
*~~~~~*
Kate was in California again, sitting out in front of her trailer, gazing up at the stars when her phone beeped. She pulled it out and saw a text from Clint. She opened it up and saw it was a recording so she hit play.
Don't, don't you want me?
You know I can't believe it
When I hear that you won't see me.
Don't, don't you want me?
You know I don't believe you
When you say that you don't need me.
“Really Clint? How drunk are you?” Kate asked out loud. “Hawkass,” she grumbled and scrolled to YouTube on her phone to find the song he’d sent her. She waited until it got to a particular part and hit record on her phone, deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine. She uploaded it into a text message and hit sent.
*~~~~~*
Clint jumped when his phone went off, a tell-tale sign of just how drunk he was. He looked at it and saw a text from Kate. “I knew that’d get her attention,” he said to himself and opened the message only to find it was a recording. “Huh…” he said and hit play.
The five years we have had have been such good times,
I still love you.
But now I think it's time I live my life on my own.
I guess it's just what I must do.
“Son of a bitch,” Clint grumbled and tossed his phone away. “If you still loved me, you’d talk to me,” he said to her as if she was there as Lucky came up to him and wiggled into his lap. “At least you still love me,” he said to his dog as he hugged him. Lucky whined and buried his nose into Clint’s neck. “Yeah I know, I miss her too,” he said with a sigh.