This Seems Familiar | Bek & Clint
Clint gave her a big smile. Of course she wouldâve wanted to go get him. Their friendship ran back to their first days at SHIELD, it had taken Clint so little to go from not letting himself care for people, to completely decide he would be alright with dying for his friends. He had been glad it wasnât Bekah knocking on his door, he didnât think he could look her in the eyes after what happened.Â
He had walked away from them, abandoned them. There was a reason he had been declared AWOL, it was dissertation. And Clint had always had a policy about leaving anyone behind, he would risk his life to make sure everyone made to rendezvous, to make sure everyone made it out. In the end he had left them all behind. âJesusâŚâ he knew there was nothing he could say that would make it better, but he couldnât stop himself from reacting, âBexâ what had happened when SHIELD fell was something he could never stop himself from feeling deeply wounded, every time he learned something new he felt worse. It wasnât that he believe he couldâve made a difference, he was after all just an agent, but he still felt like he shouldâve been there. Fighting by their side, SHIELD had been his home, his family, and he wasnât there to do a damn thing to protect it. Part of him knew he couldâve probably die, he felt to much, perhaps the universe had known he wouldâve die for SHIELD. âI- ⌠I donât know what to sayâŚâ he shook his head, âIâm glad they got you outâ he hugged her one more time. He didnât want to ask but he couldnât stop himself, âhow many? how many were HYDRA? how many did we know? how many claimed to be our friends? how many did we lose to them?âÂ
âYeah well 15 year old you was braver than I could ever beâŚâ he said with a small laugh. âSo what did I miss besides you know everythingâŚâ he asked. Part of him knew things were good with Bek, that she didnât resent him from leaving, but even then he could not bring himself to flat out ask, what if she wasnât. He knew he deserved it, but he was scared to find out.
âYou should say âthatâs a super bitchinâ robot arm youâve got there, Bek.ââ Â She offered, âOr something to that effect. Â I mean, itâs totally up there with the boomerang arrow for acts of genius.â Â She winked, âPlus you canât accidentally shoot yourself in the thigh with this. Â Yet.â Â She had considered weapons, yes. Â But she didnât really think there was a call for them for her. Â If she was to make one for another agent, yes, but she could deal with the average anti-mutant asshole with hand to hand combat easily.
She gave a wince when he asked the question of who they lost and at whose hands. Â âWell Iâm sure you know about Pierce. Â I think the one that messed me up most was Sitwell. Â He straight up burned Steve and Tasha, put every agent and cop on their tail, everyone was after them for treason to take the attention away from the new helicarriers.â Â Her friends being betrayed and killed was the sort of thing that made her angry. Â Her technology getting cannibalised into targeting systems for machines of mass murder made her angry. Â âVictoria Hand is dead, Ward and Garrett killed her before they cleaned out the Fridge. Â Nearly everyone in anti-terrorism was in Pierceâs pocket,â she shook her head and moved over to a hook on the wall. Â She hung up her coat and slid an Indian silk shawl over her shoulders, a splash of bright colour against her monochrome outfit.
âThereâs a lounge down the hall. Â Tea, coffee, booze. Â We can sit and talk out all these bad vibes. Â And then we can move onto good things. Â I want to hear about how you spent the last four years. Â Did you grow a majestic hermit beard?â
















