Dear Assassin One Shots

Clint

Dear Assassin,

You remember that time when I took that bullet for you? You were scared to death.

You remembered when you almost gave your life when you got everyone out of the building before it collapsed in New York? I'm the one that got scared and you ended up in a coma. (You're going to understand that reference when I publish the book about it)

Yeah... I remembered everything. Every single moment if it. And I suffered without you. Which I am doing that right about now.

That day, I was sent to kill you but I didn't. I knew you wasn't all that bad. That's why I made the different call. You was just...different...

You called me Robin Hood and I called you Spidy.

Spiderman took that name.

Then, I called you...Red. You didn't like that matter of fact you almost killed me. But I still think that Spidy is a great name for you...

There was only one name that really fit you.

...Nat...

I thought that it would fit you because of you name and that you really mean everything to me. Every single little thing that can fit into life. Every single moment and time with you.

Now a days, life without you is like being lost in a dream.

Which is blink.

When are you going to come back? You know I miss seeing your smile, those red curls, hearing your laugh. But those laughs echos in my dreams. But they're aren't really your laughs. It haunts me to death.

I heard that your mission was back at Budapest. Fury doesn't know that I know about it.

That's your biggest fear.

Why are you going back? Those nightmares that you always have reminds that place to you.

You know that I want you back here safe.

The other guys are being themselves.

Thor broke the toaster again with those stupid poptarts.

Burce and Tony are starting to get along with their science thingys.

Wanda is still messing with my brain, which is irritating and I feel like chocking her to death; I still love her as a daughter.

Pietro....god Pietro. He's still recovering and it's bad, not really that bad. He lost a lot of blood that day and they have him on on those monitors. 47 bullets to take out. 

Other than that I'm still trying to be myself when you aren't around. Just stuck in your room, smelling the perfumes that you wear undercover.

Just come back home safe.

I love you

-Clint