I'll fight for you (Clintasha)✔️

☆☾15☽☆ Stalker

Clint found his way to the address on the slip of paper. It was an old 8-storey building, the address leading him to the rooftop unit.

He picked at the lock with a paper lip he found lying by the door. It clicked easily and he smirked at how lousy the lock was.

He carefully opened the creaky door and stepped into the small space.

A couch stood against the wall on the side of the door and opposite it was an old TV set that sat on what looked like a shoe cabinet.

The place was littered with empty 100-plus cans and magazines with creased pages. Clint picked one up. It was a science magazine. He quickly scanned the others on the floor and came to the same conclusion.

Tasha's right, he's a nerd.

He wandered further into the flat and came to the bedroom. A calendar hung on the outside of the closed door. Red crosses decorated many of the empty white boxes.

Clint followed the pattern of crosses with a finger. 3, 13, 23...

He looked at the date on his watch, the one Natasha had given him for Valentine's Day.

Today was the 30th. If the pattern follows that the killer carried out his kills on all the dates with the number 3 in it, then today he was going to strike again. How has he not realised this from reading the reports of the previous deaths?

To confirm his theory, Clint searched the rubbish bin for the previous month's page and found he was right.

Who was going to be the target this time? It could be anyone, including Natasha. She wasn't safe!

Clint quickly sent a text to Natasha, telling her to stay at a safe place, preferably at home, and not go out unnecessarily.

He slipped his phone back in his pocket and opened the bedroom door.

The bed was unmade, with the white lined checkered navy blue sheets hanging off the side. The table was a mess of stationery and papers.

He turned to his right and his heart stopped for a moment.

There on the wall was a pin board with many photos. Not just any photos, but photos of a redhead. Not just any redhead, but of... Natasha.

His eyes widened at the collage of photos of Natasha about her daily life, some of which were of their highschool days, as he had recognized the school compound in the background. She was smiling in some, frowning in some, they were all candid shots. Some were of her studying at the library and benches, some were of her with their friends, but she had been cropped out. Clint could see the side of someone's head that looked exactly like Pepper's. Upon closer inspection, Clint realised most of the shots were zoomed in, and thus a little grainy and blur. The stalker must have been hiding somewhere far away while snapping those photos.

Something else caught his eye though. There were multiple photos of Natasha and him together. What was scary was that his face was crossed out with a giant red 'X'.

Clint almost shivered at this discovery. Someone from highschool had been watching and stalking Natasha. Someone crazed and obsessed. Someone who hated him being with her. Someone that would hurt her.

He was so lost in his thoughts and worry about this sickening stalker that he didn't hear the front door open with a creak. He didn't hear footsteps, although partially muffled by the cotton material of socks, were quite audible in the silent flat.

Clint was about to turn around when he was whopped solidly on the back of his head by a baseball bat. He fell to the floor unconscious.

The man with sock-covered feet dragged him out of the room.

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