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Steve was making his way to go and see Clint; it's been a couple of days since the last freak show that Bobbi caused and broke Clint's heart in to a million pieces. As his best friend, Steve knew he had to step up and comfort him, in a way, and get him out of the house, to live his life again. To show him that there is a life besides Bobbi. Because god only knows that Clint's life revolved around Bobbi freaking twenty four seven since high school. Steve chuckled bitterly, after all he gave that girl and she still had the nerve to do that to him on his wedding day. Honestly, he would've beaten her up, but he didn't because of Clint and he still loved her. Seriously he was going to literally knock some sense in to him for still felling that way.
Steve pulled up the driveway and turned the car off, quickly making his way out.
Tony, who was outside watering his plants, saw Steve walk towards him, "It was about time his best friend showed up." He said.
Steve put his car keys in his back pocket, "How is he doing."? He stopped in front of Tony.
Tony sighed, "I don't know man. He's been down in the basement since it happened." He mentally calculated, "Like five days now." He answered.
Steve just nodded.
"I don't know man, I think he's having some kind of mental situation," Tony noticed the confusion written on Steve's face, "Oh, you know, like an episode or something."
Steve just rolled his eyes, "Okay man." He patted Tony's shoulder and made his way towards the basement. Since Clint lives with his sister Pepper and brother-in-law Tony, they were more than nice to give him the basement and made a private entrance just for him.
"Hey you better do something," Steve heard Tony shout to him, "I do not want to known as the brother-in-law of the town nut job, I already have enough problems as it is…oh shit, I got water all over myself." Tony cursed.
That was the last thing Steve heard, before opening the door. He didn't bother knocking because he knew that Clint wouldn't open the door, so he let himself in.
"Hello"? Steve announced, but he didn't hear anything but then saw Clint on his bed tangled with his blankets looking like he was a hawk in his nest. He sighed, but made his way down the stairs. He looked around, everything was dark and the environment was kind of depressing.
"Hey, are you all right."? He asked but when Clint didn't formulate any kind of response, he decided to lie down next to him on the bed. There was an uncomfortable silence in the air.
"Hey, these sheets are soft, do you use Downey."? Steve asked deciding to break the ice and get him to talk.
"Yes, I do. The colors don't run together, plus it has a nice smell." Clint grumbled out.
"Really"? Steve asked in feign interest.
"Yes, now get the hell out of here." Clint gritted through his teeth.
Steve rolled his eyes, "You have to go back to work. You know that there is going to be over one hundred drunk girls at this wedding tonight." He stated.
Clint wrapped himself in his blankets more tightly, "I've got nothing to offer anybody, and I haven't done jack shit since high school. Why would any girl ever want to marry me"? Clint got even more depressed when he realized that he might be alone for the rest of his life.
Steve scoffed, "Marry you? I'm just trying to get someone to play with your ding-dong" He confessed.
Clint only faintly smiled.
Clint after much convincement from Steve's part, here he was on stage at another wedding. Clint barely managed to take a shower but his eyes were still blood shot red from all the crying he did. He lazily put on a suit jacket but didn't bother to properly adjust it and some black slacks but with no belt. However, Clint didn't bother to comb his hair or shave, so he had a growing beard on his face that didn't look so flattering, making him pass as almost a homeless man.
Holiday….celebrate
Holiday….celebrate
Clint sang with no emotion and sadness was evident on his face. He looked around and saw a lot of couples, happy and in love.
If you take a holiday
Take some time to celebrate
Just one day out of life (holiday)
He continued to sing as he saw all the couples kissing, smiling and laughing. Tears started brimming his eyes. Why couldn't he be happy?
It would be…so… nice
Everybody spread the word
I live in my sister's basement (Come on)
Clint knitted his eyebrows', okay that wasn't part of the song, but he was too depressed to give a fuck right now.
The bride's father gave Clint a 'What the hell are you doing' face.
Natasha walked up to Steve, who was at the bar, with a coffee pot in her hand. "Clint just had his heart broken, why would he even think about coming back to work"? She looked at him.
Steve just shrugged, "I don't know" He answered innocently.
Natasha just sighed and went back to work.
When Natasha walked passed him, Steve eyes were glued to her ass. He stuttered, god that was a nice ass, he thought.
Celebrate!
Clint finished the song and everyone in the room just awkwardly and mildly clapped.
"Well you guys are off to a great start, don't you think"? Clint referred to the newlywed couple, "I mean Cindy showed up, so right away Scott you have to be pretty excited, right"?
"Hey buddy, I'm not paying you to hear your thoughts on life, I'm paying you to sing." The bride's father commented.
Clint looked at him, "Well I have the microphone and you don't so…you will listen to every damn word I have to say."! Clint yelled out.
Everyone just gasped and muttered around him.
Clint calmed down and continued, "It's funny. Some of us will never ever find true love, like take for instance" He pointed towards himself, "Me, and I'm pretty sure that guy right there." Clint pointed towards a fat guy that was stuffing his face.
Clint continued to scan through the people and pointed towards a woman, "And the lady with the side burns" He searched some more and came across some weird looking people in the back, "And basically everyone at table nine."
"But the worse thing is" he continued his little rant, "Me, fatty, side burns lady, and the mutants over at table nine."
The people of table nine just lowered their heads.
"Will never, ever find a way out of this situation, because we basically have nothing to offer the opposite sex." Clint continued to go on.
"You are the worse wedding singer in the world buddy." The man shot up from his seat and shouted at Clint.
Clint slowly turned to him and calmly said, "Sir, one more outburst from you and I will strangle you with my microphone wire, do you understand me"?
The man was pulled down from his wife and forced him to sit back down.
"Now let's cut the stupid cake, because I know the fat guy is going to have a heart attack if we don't eat again soon" Clint looked over to him.
The fat guy at first looked offended, but then nodded.
"And while we do that, let's put on some mood music for you." A more upbeat song blasted through the room.
Natasha was seeing the whole ordeal with her jaw hanging in shock. She subconsciously started to twirl the cross necklace she had one, around her fingers.
"Whoo-ooo, Cindy and Scott are newlyweds…whoop-de-de-do." He mocked.
He loves her, but she loves this guy
Clint pointed to a random guy.
But he loves somebody else
You just can't win
Clint paced around the whole room, singing with much more energy. He stopped in front of the newlywed couple and sang to them.
And so it goes until the day you die
This thing they call love, is going to make you die
"I hate you" He spat in anger towards them, and continued to make his way around the room.
I've had the blues, the reds and the pinks
But one thing is for sure
Clint stopped in front of the fat guy and pointed the microphone at him.
The fat guy just looked at him but said, "Love stinks"?
Love Stinks, yeah, yeah
Love stinks, yeah, yeah
Clint made his way to the side burns lady and did the same thing.
"Love stinks." She said in to the microphone.
Clint smiled.
Love stinks, yeah, yeah
He went over to the mutants at table nine.
"Love stinks." They all said.
Love stinks, yeah, yeah
Clint turned around and was met with a powerful fist to the face and was knocked down to the floor.
The bride's father had enough; he went on top of Clint and started to strangle him, while the others started to join in and started to bite, kick and punch as well.
Clint however, continued to sing.
Love stinks
Love stinks
LOVE STINKS!
Natasha came out the back door, trying to look for Clint, but such luck. With a sigh, she headed to go back in but then she heard a groan in displeasure.
Natasha turned to where the noise was made, and slowly approached the dumpster and there he was, lying in the pile of filth looking hurt and in pain.
"Hey" She softly put.
Clint looked at her, "Hey" He barely managed to get out due to pain in his throat, by the strangling he got.
"I was wondering what happened to you." She looked at him with worry in her eyes.
"Did everybody leave"? He asked.
She nodded, "Pretty much, except for a few cops that are still interviewing some witnesses"
"Okay" Clint slowly got up and jumped out of the dumpster, "Okay, I'm going to get the hell out of here."
"Okay, so it was your wedding back, of course things are going to be a little shaky" Natasha positively smiled at him.
If Clint were in his normal, happy state, like he usually was until the bitch Bobbi did to him, He would've instantly smiled back because she did have a beautiful infectious smile.
"A little shaky"? He snorted, "I hate weddings, I hate the bride, I hate the groom, I want them to be miserable because that's what I am" He started to walk away.
"No you're the best" She kept smiling at him.
Clint turned around to look at her, "The best at what? People eat prime rib and I sing, I mean that's a joke…I can't do this anymore" He started to walk away again.
"James and I set the date" Natasha blurted out.
Clint halted and looked at her again.
"So now you have to play at our wedding" Natasha reminded Clint of the deal the made.
Clint sighed, he was actually happy for her. At least someone is happy, unlike him, he thought.
"Congratulations, but…I just can't do it, all right." Clint sympathy said.
Natasha frowned but then remembered something, "Well, James and I are having an engagement party in two weeks and I really want you and Steve to come" She called out but Clint didn't respond, he just kept walking down the road. Natasha's eyes started to water and made her way back inside.
A/N: So there you have it. Poor Clint :( I promise this is going to be the last chapter of his depression! The next chapter will be the engagement party! Please let me you what you think! (: