[A/N: Hello, everyone. It's been a long time since I posted on this site. But I'm back and I'm so happy! Hahaha. I ship Clintasha so hard that it hurts already and it came to the point that I also started shipping Rennerson. Aw, yeah. Hahaha.]

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of the characters. I own the phone I use to make this story though.

After killing the North Korean businessman who planned to kill the children he kidnapped and sell their organs to hospitals, Barton went back immediately to the Stark Tower. He expected for the rest to be asleep but he was proven wrong when he saw them talking in the kitchen, sitting on the chairs surrounding the philantrophist's table.

"I think it's a good idea." His partner replied to whatever the captain had said. Clint cleared his throat and they, except Natasha, shifted uncomfortably. He opened the fridge and filled a glass with water.

"What seems to be a good idea?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. He noticed that the people in front of him were trying their best not to look at him. "Hey, what seems to be a good idea?"

Banner stood up, fixing his glasses. "Um, I just remembered... That... Uhm, I am working on something so I have to go."

"Oh, right. The thing we are working on." Tony stood up also, walking to where the doctor is.

"We?" Banner asked billionaire, confused. Tony stared at him with wide eyes and after how many seconds, the perplexed guy finally understood. "Oh yes. We. Yes."

"What thing?" Clint asked as the two turned their backs to them and started walking slowly. "Hey, what thing?"

The two started to run and in just a matter of seconds, they were already gone. Natasha shook her head, a small smile was on her face. Clint looked at her, confused. What the fuck is going on? He was about to ask the red-haired woman beside him when Steve stood up nervously.

"Where are you going, Rogers?" The guy, who has been ignored by his friends, asked. The captain swallowed hard and sighed heavily.

"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep." He replied nervously. What the fuck is wrong with these people?

Laughing, Natasha stood up and walked over to the sink. "It's 11 am, cap."

"So?"

She was still laughing when Clint cussed. He just got home from a tiring mission and he is welcomed by his friends with weird movements and exits. He's definitely not having a good day.

"What the fuck is going on, Captain?" He asked, unaware that he just punched the table. Steve stepped back, slightly afraid of the fuming archer in front of him. Clint has his fists clenched and they were pressed on the table. Natasha touched his shoulder and he relaxed a bit. Steve started to walk away from them when Clint asked again. "What. Is. Going. On?"

"I got this, Cap. Go to sleep now." The female assassin winked and smiled at him. He gave her a smile too before he turned his back again. When he finally closed the door of his room, Clint looked at the woman beside him. "Tash, please. Tell me."

"I can't, Clint." She shook her head again. "It's a top secret."

He closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "Am I still part of this team? Or was I removed while I was away?"

She touched his hand and gripped it. Clint, for the first time since he arrived in the building, smiled at her as he squeezed her hand back. "Can't you really tell me? Come on, Tash. We've been partners for years now."

"And how does that help you?" She laughed heartily at her partner who was pouting. "We'll tell you when the right time comes."

"Does it concern Loki?"

Her body stiffened at the mention of the god's name. Loki's words still haunt her but she does her best to brush them off. "No, Barton. You know he can't be a threat to us anymore. Thor promised."

"No one can tell."

"Clint, it's okay. We are safe now."

"With lives like ours, safety is unreachable. It's a word that exists but it can't be applied to our lives. We will never be safe."

"Why did our conversation turned into a heavy discussion?" She tapped her fingers on table. She ran her hand through her hair. "It's not about Loki, you coward agent."

He laughed at her "new name" for him and she sighed, happy that her partner is now okay. Well, maybe not 100% okay but still, hearing him laugh calms her. He had it worse. Loki manipulated him. He controlled him. He killed agents he worked with and some civilians. Knowing that he can laugh again after talking about the god makes her happy. She doesn't want him down and sad. "So, what is about then? What made them ignore me? It's not ignore Clint Barton day, is it?"

She giggled at his joke. "It's a surprise."

"I thought it's a secret?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Both."

"Oh. And when is the right time?"

"Who knows?"

"Tash..." He groaned, tired of these things. Why can't they just tell him already?

"You'll find out soon enough. For the meantime, I have to go somewhere."

She ruffled his hair and waved at him before the elevator closed. He looked at his watch and sighed. 11:30am. It's too early but he's tired as hell. As soon as he entered his room, he had let his body fall to his bed.