[Yup. I'm starting YET ANOTHER fic. Sorry.

I still don't own anybody. I think owning people is actually sort of illegal, right?]

"I hate civilian clothing," Clint Barton muttered, his fingers letting slip the button of his suit jacket. Again.

"Here," Alexis brushed his hand away, finishing the last button. "How long did it take you to do all four of the buttons?"

"I did three of them all by myself thank you very much," He put his hands around her waist and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"He can save the world with a bow and some arrows, but can't button up a suit jacket?" She teased, running her fingers along the underside of his collar. The black suit fit him well, but the blue tie brought out his eyes wonderfully. She loved his eyes. "Where are you going this time?"

"Abu Dhabi," He muttered, but didn't like the idea of leaving her. The whole point of having a 'special one' to tell that he was a top secret spy and give away his entire identity was that she was special. He liked – no – he loved being around her. Leaving her to kill an arms dealer could wait right?

"I'll miss you,"

"I'll miss you more,"

"I'll miss you most," She stood on her tip toes and pressed a chaste kiss against his thin lips. "Now go, before you miss your flight."

He didn't move, grabbing one of her wild brown curls and examining it. "I really will miss you."

"I know,"

"What will you do while I'm gone?" He asked.

"Okay Hawkeye, you're not the center of everybody's world," She moved her hand in a large and over-exaggerated 'S'. "I'm sure I will find something to do with all this time I suddenly have because you aren't here."

He laughed, gently pushing her away and picking up his case. "Bye babe,"

"Mwah!" She squished her face up against his cheek before guiding to the elevators. She watched from her window as he drove off in a black car before he blended in with all the others that moved through the city.

Sighing, she turned to face the mess that was her boyfriend's room. For not owning a lot of stuff, he sure did know how to make it look like a tornado swept through New York and threw all the debris into his room. She tidied up here and there, made the bed, and threw all the rest of his shit into the closet. The next time she looked up though, it was nearing evening. She slipped out of his room and towards the elevator.

"Hey there Lex Luther," Tony greeted loudly as the elevator doors slid open.

"Hey there Iron Prick," She stepped into the lift with him, plenty of space left between them. "I know I don't say this a lot, but thanks for letting me stay here all the time with Clint."

"No probs," He replied. "Where'd your boyfriend go anyways?"

"Mission."

"Tasha with him?"

Alexis shrugged.

"Mm. I'd tap that."

"And she'll tap you back…. With a freaking sledgehammer." And with that the bell chimed to mark the 42nd floor – Tony's lab.

"I'll just…" He scooted past her and exited, not even glancing back.

"Bye Tony!"

The door shut again and didn't open until she was on the on the ground floor.

"Have a nice night JARVIS," She called.

"Goodnight Miss Merlot,"

The November chill made her draw up her coat closer to her neck. People bumped into her occasionally, but it wasn't anything she wasn't used to. New York was always full of people, and now that Thanksgiving was over there were even more on the streets shopping for holiday gifts. There were already wreaths and lights up in most stores, which was completely ridiculous.

"Can't even wait until December,"

[Skree skree PERCH HAWKEYE!

So me and my sister were talking about what jobs Alexis was likely to have and then my sis said that she could be a zookeeper who works with birds and when she calls, Hawkeye perches on her arm.

Also, just FYI it's pronounced mare-loh. NOT merrr-lotttt. Because people are butts.