Echo- Clint's POV

I stepped out of the shower and toweled my hair dry. I had forgotten a shirt. I walked out in nothing but my jeans. Arisa glanced up from her book and wolf whistled. I smirked and walked over to my dresser. I slid open the first drawer and saw the dark purple button up. I smiled. It was Arisa's favorite shirt on me. I slipped it on and turned around buttoning it up. She arched an eyebrow.

"You wore that shirt yesterday," Arisa said amusement in her voice. I laughed with her.

"This is your favorite," I explained.

"Yes, but what are you gonna do?" she asked standing up. I smiled at her as she walked over to me.

"I'll wear it every day," I told her. She smirked.

"You'll have to change at some point. You can't wear it every day," she told me. I laughed.

"Of course I can. I'm Hawkeye. I can do whatever I want," I replied.

"But Clint…" I cut her off.

"I need this," I found myself saying. A pained look came over her face. Her eyes grew sad and hollow.

"Oh baby, I wish I could be there for you," she murmured reaching up to ghost her hand along my face. I could almost feel it.

"What do you mean?" I asked in confusion. Suddenly my door opened. I turned away from Arisa. Natasha walked in.

"Clint, Arisa isn't here. You're talking to an empty room," she said. I spun back around and saw that she was right. The room was empty. I blinked.

"Where did she go?" I asked faintly. Natasha came over to me.

"Arisa's dead. She died three weeks ago."