Until we meet again..

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Kate pov.
Clint and I went back to my burnet apartment looking at what I should do to fix everything. There was just silence...it felt like hundreds of years, until Clint mumbled something. He just looked down like he was scared of telling me something.

I took some steps close to him, "Clint? Are you okay?" He look at me fast and shocked "yeah sorry.. Sorry I was just thinking about since your mom is at prison now and well your apartment is now looking like hell." I didn't understand what he was trying to say, so I just look at him weirdly and said "yeah what about it?" He smiled and said "well do you wanna spend the holidays with me and my family, we have an extra bedroom that you can stay in"

I was surprised he wasn't bored of me "oh no no no, I can't do that. I got your ass stuck here because of me, you didn't get to be with your family and now-" "KATE!" Clint shouted in small voice "you're gonna spend this Christmas with the Barton family and that's that, end of story"

We stayed at a cheap hotel for the night and got up early for the trip to his family. We of course took lucky with os, for the trip. Clint was driving and my mission was the music. I stopped the music and he quickly for fun said "hey! Where did the music goo" I chuckle and look at him ready to ask my question in mind "sooo I just wanted to know how many kids you have and their age" I smiled, he look at me quickly like I was a manic trying to kill his family. "I have 3 biological kids, and one me and my wife Laura adopted" he stopped talk for a while. But I didn't wanna push the information out of him.

When we were 4 hours in of the trip, Clint then spoke up "okay my oldest is Lila, she is 17. My oldest son cooper is 16 and then we have little Nathaniel who is 7" I didn't know he had that big of a age of kids but they sounded sweet by their names "I love their names" Clint chuckle "yeah I love them too...we adopted Hannah when she was 5, or more like Laura my wife took her home one day and yeah we then adopted her" the only thing I could think of to say was "oh"

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