#scene 3c

You hold your breath, hoping to not make any sound to alert the intruder. And you listen, desperately searching for where they may be.

Footsteps..

They're moving, very slowly, as if trying to avoid any loose floorboards.

Your heart is hammering in your chest, a rising panic of fear and dread of what may be to come. You can't breathe, you've been holding it in for too long. It'll be okay, it'll be okay to let it out.

Oh god, it came out too loud. They heard.

They stopped moving and you can feel their stare towards the couch. They know you're there.

"pssst... Raven that you?"

Clint. It was Clint this entire time.

The fear in your veins cools, leaving behind an anger towards Clint. You quickly sit up, whipping around to glare at Clint. Who just stands there, grinning sheepishly as though nothing was wrong.

[ 1 ] "Clint..."

[ 2 ] Disgruntled Stare

[ 3 ] "What the hell are you doing"