'Ello loves! Does a bit of Venom, fit your fancy for today? -I apologize- I just got back from a two hour class on british dialect... dear me. I'm quite terrible! Thanks again for all your support! I'm so happy to see all your new and old faces... err... pen names :)

-Kittyy


Chapter 2:

I'm being chased by something through the dark hallways of a seemingly abandoned insane asylum. I can't tell what it I because it keeps changing forms and teleporting away from me. Running is becoming useless. The being claims to be all my greatest fears. First it's my mother, drunk, and chasing after me, commanding me to come home. I keep running, and then turn a corner. I thought I lost it but as I turn another corner I see Clint, laying lifeless and bloodied on the cold asylum floors.

"You're a monster!" I scream, as I keep running.

"No..." the being says in it's taunting voice as I turn a corner again.

I keep running until I hit a dead end. It's an empty cell, or so I thought, until the being emerges from the shadows in the cell and I come face to face with my greatest fear.

"I'm you."

I'm shaken awake.

Sweat is dripping down my face.

I keep my eyes closed tightly.

"Scarlette!" Clint yells desperately

I open my eyes just long enough to see his face before the tears come streaming down.

"Scarlette. What's wrong?" Clint asked seriously.

"I don't want to talk about it." I whispered.

"Do you want me to stay?" He asked.

"Please." I whispered again.

He got in from the other side of the bed and held me tight in his arms. Clint was sweet.

I continued to cry quietly as I thought about how true the nightmare was.

"It's okay, Scar." Clint said pulling me closer to him. "I'm here, and I won't leave you."

"That's the thing." I whispered "Someday you will."

Clint reached over me and grabbed my engagement ring from my night stand. "open your hand"

I opened my palm, and he placed the ring in it. I tightened a fist around it, causing the cold metal to dig into my palm.

"With this ring, I swore I would never, ever, leave you. Not even death will separate us." He said stroking my hair.

"How?" I whispered again.

"We're friends with an immortal god, someone who could craft me a new heart out of spare metal, and a hulk."

I laughed lightly.

"Where would I be without you?" I smiled.

"Dead." He said "I've saved your butt too many times to count."

"But if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have persued becoming an agent."

"Trust me. With skills like your's, you'd still be an agent. Just a dead one." He smirked, kissing me on the cheek. "Get some sleep."

Leave it to Clint to argue away the tears.

"I love you, Clint." I said.

"I know. And I love you too." He whispered.

And that whole night, I never let go of my ring, and Clint never let go of me.