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Abi's P.O.V.

"Tony!" I shrieked, quickly closing my book to try and protect the pages.

"Well if you aren't going to come down to the water, I thought I'd bring it to you." He said with a grin.

"Trust me, if I could be in the sea with you guys, I would be. I don't want to be sat here watching and listening to you guys having fun whilst I'm stuck up here." I said sadly.

"Why don't you come and join us?" He asked.

"I can't, I'm not allowed to swim in the sea or pools for a while, doctor's orders." I said.

"Well that's shit." He said with a sigh.

"Tell me about it." I said.

"Have you uh.. have you heard from Clint?" He said, glancing down at my phone.

I just shook my head and he nodded once, knowing I didn't want to talk about it.

"Well I'm going to go back down to the others, shout if you need anything." He said.

"Will do." I said, although I wasn't sure if he'd heard me because he was back in the sea within seconds.

I put my book down beside me and pulled my hat down so it was protecting my face from the sun whilst I took a quick nap, the warm sun making me feel tired. Within minutes my eyes began to close and I fell into a deep sleep.

"Abi... Abi... Abi." Someone said between shaking me.

I opened my eyes to see Steve stood there with a small smile on his face, I frowned as I looked around to see the others nowhere in sight.

"The others have just gone back up to the house to pack, we have to leave in a couple of hours and we all still have to pack everything back up." He explained.

"I don't want to go back to New York." I groaned.

"I don't think any of us really want to, but unfortunately it's necessary. Come on, let's get back to the house." He said.

I followed him back up the path in silence, but it wasn't an awkward one thankfully. When we got back I saw Natasha and Bruce preparing food for everyone but I just made myself a sandwich before going upstairs to pack. My bags were packed and ready to go about an hour before we had to leave but Clint still hadn't come back and I was starting to worry. I let out a sigh as I climbed off of the bed and dumped his suitcase on top of it before I started to neatly pack away Clint's things. I was about half way through when Tony announced through Jarvis that we would be leaving in half an hour.

"What are you doing?" Clint slurred.

"What you were supposed to be doing over an hour ago!" I snapped.

"Don't talk to me like that." He slurred, his voice sounding angry.

"What the hell do you want me to do Clint? This morning you were saying you were a dick for going out and getting drunk then you go and do it again!" I yelled.

"Don't touch my stuff." He hiccupped.

"Pack your own damn suitcase then!" I shouted angrily.

I grabbed his suitcase and tipped the contents onto the floor before throwing it at his feet.

"You stupid fucking bitch!" He yelled.

That hurt me a lot, and I couldn't help the tears that stung my eyes.

"What, is the stupid little whore going to cry?" Clint said with venom in his voice.

"Screw you Clint." I spat as I tried to walk past him.