Avengers, Loki & Bucky Imagines and Preferences

Clint - Apology

It's been a while since I wrote "Shift's Over Part 2" but here's part 3!

It had been a week since the incident and you'd tried to carry on with your life.
You went to work each day you were expected to, serving coffee's with a sad smile.

Occaisonally you'd notice a man or woman in a suit outside the shop who seemed to be watching you.

You thought they must have been sent by Clint to watch you.
As you were hanging up your apron, an idea came to you. A way to hurt Clint like he'd hurt you.
Peter.

He'd paid with a credit card which meant you could get his number, assuming he wasn't in custody.

You went through the payment records and found the statement and the string of numbers you were looking for.
You typed them into your phone before leaving out the backdoor.

Your finger pressed the dial button.
One, two, three rings before he picked up.
"This is Peter."
"This is (y/n)." You replied as you jogged down a side street to avoid the woman in a suit who was on duty today.

"Ah. (Y/n). I've been expecting your call."

"Have you really?" You asked sarcastically.

"No. Why the hell are you calling me?" Peter asked, his confusion obvious.

"I need a fav-" You cut off as your eyes met with a familiar figure down the side street you were walking on.

"Clint..." you gasped, before preparing to turn around.

"(Y/n). Put the phone down. He'll be tracking you." Clint said, arms folded across his chest.

You heard Peter's laughter before you pressed the "end call" button.

"What do you want?" You asked.

"A chance to apologise."

"You're kidding? After what you did you don't deserve that chance."

Clint took a step forward, "I know and I'm sorry."

You glared at him, not saying a word.

"I understand you don't want to talk to me..." Clint continued.

"No. I don't." You turned around and began to walk back the way you came.

You saw a flash of red out of the corner of your eye and looked down to see a small red dot projected onto your chest. Sniper.

Your phone rang and you picked it up.

"Keep walking sweetheart." Dylan.

You took a tentative step forward, Dylan's voice coaxing you on.
"There's a good girl."

"(Y/n)? Are you alright?" You froze as Clint spoke, turning to look at him, you shook your head.

Clint started running towards you, you heard the voice in your ear, "Looks like you blew it!" and then there was red all around you.

The glass from the streetlights shattered, the glass from the building beside you bursting out towards you as the explosion ripped everything apart.

You fell to the ground, covering your head with your arms.
Laughter echoed out from the phone, a distant ringing echoing in your ears.

"Not dead yet, (y/n)?" Came Dylan's laughing voice.

Then the shot came. You barely felt it, but you felt the breath knocked out of you.

Clint was there, his hands cradling your head, his mouth opening and closing to form words you could not hear.

Your hands went to your chest, coming back sticky with blood.

You looked up at him, blood gargling out of your mouth.

(Y/n). You saw him mouth before a red dot appeared on his forehead followed by the bullet which sent him tumbling backwards.

Clint.