Gabie
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"PST! Hey Gabie!" The voice comes from the vent above me and is followed by a head poking out. "Is the super serious Allie Soulmate Squad Plus Gabie meeting over?"
"I've decided to move right past the stupid name you created and answer your question, so yes Clint the meeting is over. Skye sent us a message, Allie is with her team and she's okay. The panic has ceased for now," I respond and Clint smiles. "Allie is with a friend."
"That's good. I was getting so lonely without you and Nat," he whines and I smirk.
"You do understand the gravity of the situation right?"
"Of course all my contacts have an eye out for her," Clint says in a sincere tone. "I just want to see more of you Gabie. Basically the last I saw of you, before everything went insane again, was when you were bleeding in my arms and begging me not to let you die."
"Clint? You're here?" I mumble weakly and lean into him heavily.
"Oh Gabs, oh Gabie," he whispers and bends down, bringing his arms under my legs, and picking me up bridal style. "My sweet Gabie."
"Gabs is new," I mutter and allow my head to slump into his shoulder. The blood loss is disorienting now and the adrenaline is gone.
With no adrenaline I am left to try and grapple what happened and how I'll deal.
More importantly I seem to be bleeding out.
"I think I'm dying," I cough out. "Please don't let me die Clint."
"You will not die Gabrielle Trent."
"Mkay."
"And you called me Gabs," I retort. "And then you seemed to disappear and I don't remember a time when you visited me during my recovery."
My point is supercilious in manner and it makes Clint wince. He didn't visit me, I barely saw him after and it was almost heart breaking.
"Tell me Clint Barton why didn't you?"
"I couldn't stand to see you like that," he confesses and his genuineness catches me by surprise. The expression on his face is wrecked and regretful. "I came by once and when I saw you sleeping there, all wrapped up in bandages and so so pale...I wasn't strong enough to watch."
Sighing deeply I look up at the sober gaze of Clint Barton and manage to smile at him.
"Clint Barton," I breathe. "I-"
"Gabie I saw something after you passed out," he says, cutting me off sharply and I freeze. Oh no, he saw my mark...his mark on my body.
"Yeah and what was that?" I ask and avert my eyes. Though I could delve into his thoughts I'm not sure I want to know what he's thinking.
"My shitty handwriting on your beautiful skin."
For the first time I have no witty comeback or words to express the impossible emotions I am feeling.
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Target Acquired (3) (Siren and Quiver Series)
Fanfiction"The Siren is dead, the villain Killian murdered her in cold blood," she taunts and I flinch. "The people call you Phoenix now." "Siren isn't dead, I'm not dead," I growl and clench my hands. I'm furious, I hate that I was renamed, hate that Siren...
