You're my soulmate // Hawksilver

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Clint's POV

I was running,

running,

running,

or at least I thought I was?

I was running through a forest, I couldn't see where I was or where I was going but I knew I was going somewhere important.

After a while I came to a sudden halt in front a variety of doors. I think there were six in total. They all had different designs. When I peered closely at them I saw they had names written on them, all of them.

I ran over to the first one, it was red and the name was,

Tony.

I opened the door and stepped in.

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"Hey Clint!" Tony yelled to me from across the room,

"Hey Stark watcha doin?" I asked and Tony laughed.

"You probably won't get it, it's science stuff," He said and I sighed,

"Oh okay, I'll just go," I said a little hurt turning to go.

"No back off I'm telling you!" Tony said grabbing me and I smiled and he began to explain.

I watched the memory smiling. I loved Tony, he made me feel accepted the most really. I tried to speak to him but found I couldn't so I sighed and kept watching.

"So this equals this which means this equals this!" Tony said pointing at the paper. I smiled wide.

"I actually get it!" I said,

"I knew you could!" He said patting me on the shoulder.

"Wow! Who knew science could be so fun!" I said looking back down at his paper.

"Wait so if this equals this and this equals this then x= 24?" I said and Tony beamed,

"Exactly!" Tony said,

"Thanks Stark," I said,

"Your welcome Barton," He replied and the memory faded.

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I smiled happy tears forming in my eyes. I sniffled and walked back out the door. As I stepped out my wrist burned. I looked down and saw it was a light grey now. Weird?

I stepped into the next one.

Pietro's POV

I wouldn't leave Clint's side. Everyone else would try and get me to move, eat, sleep but I wouldn't. I had to stay there till our marks turned black. It's been 3 days and the marks were only a little bit grey still.

"Pietro I brought you dinner," Sam said.

"Mhm," I hummed still staring at Clint.

"Pietro you've gotta eat something!" Sam said slamming the plate down on the coffee table. I was surprised and spun round to face him.

"Sam you okay?" I asked and Sam sighed flopping down on one of the now fixed chairs.

"No alright I'm not," He said and I placed a hand on his knee.

"What's wrong?" I asked and Sam sighed again.

"I'll tell you if you eat something," He said and this time I sighed

"Fine," I said grabbing the plate, Steve had made sausage and mash. I started to eat slowly.

"Now," I said after taking a spoonful of mash, "Tell me what's wrong!"