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"Sh-she's dead. Clint. Y-y/n's dead." Tony told him the news. They found your body, your pale, lifeless body. Bruises and cuts everywhere. A small trickle of blood ran from your mouth. Clint rubbed his hands together, trying to to cry as he slipped a ring onto your left ring finger.
"I love you, y/n l/n, Barton. Just didn't get to tell you sooner."
