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Clint PoV
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I threw the knife as hard as I could into the target. Harper had informed me a few minutes ago that he was back. That backstabbing bug was back. And what was worse, he was wanted to see me. The last thing I wanted to do was see him. He needed my help. He ran when I needed help. Coward.
"Sir?" Harper knocked on my door, "He's waiting in the lobby."
"I'll be down in a moment." I said, collecting myself.
I walked into the lobby; he was standing there. Still as stone.
"Scott."
"Clint."
"What are you doing here?" There was no point in small-talk.
"I need your help." He replied.
"Get out."
"Clint, please, if you would just-" he begged.
"I said get out." I snarled, louder this time, "Harper, show him out."
"Yes, sir." Harper nodded and began dragging Scott out of the building.
"Clint! Please-" I turned and walked away. Traitor.
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"Again! I know you can do better!" I called, looking at the stopwatch, "40 seconds! Make it 30!"
Peter ran through the obstacle course. 39.1 seconds. "Again!"
38.5 seconds. "Again!"
38.0 seconds. "Again!"
37.7 seconds. "Again!"
36.2 seconds. "Again!"
35.8 seconds. "Again!"
35.3 seconds. "Again!"
"Clint," Peter swung down to me and took off his mask. He was out of breath, and his face was covered in sweat, "C-can I have a break."
I studied him for a moment. How could I have not realized how exhausted he was? "Yeah, You can be done for today."
Peter left, and I walked through the apple orchard. The flowers were just starting to bloom.
"Back so soon?" I asked as I heard Pietro cough behind me.
"Miss me?" Pietro raised an eyebrow, and I snorted, "You wish. You have the blueprints?"
"No, Clint, we came back empty handed, just like every other time you sent Wanda and I to get you something." Pietro rolled his eyes and handed me the blueprints.
"Thank you."
I took the blueprints to my room and examined them.
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Meg Johnson approached me in the Weapons Tent. She had tears in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" I asked, putting a hand on her shoulder once she was close enough.
"N-Nothing," She sobbed, wiping her nose.
"You can trust me."
"Flash said that there was a reason my parents left me. In front of everyone."
I pulled her into a hug and she cried into my shirt.
"I'll have to talk to him" I hummed into her ear.
"Th-Thanks, Clint."
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What are the blueprints for? Also, why the heck does Flash have to be in the story? And why hasn't Wanda had any dialog? And where are Peter's friends? And how did they get the blueprints? What's with Scott? And am I going to answer any of these questions?
No.
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