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Clint didn't know what to say. He was in an impossible situation. After glaring at Barnes for a few minutes, he said, "Fuck you."

Barnes just laughed, throwing his head back, and mercilessly letting out a howl. Clint gritted his teeth, and thought of a way out of this one. "Fine. What if I do it? What if I leave? Will you leave Natasha alone?" The smile faded slightly from Barnes' face. Just a bit. He was still grinning when he looked at Barton. "Oh, you still don't get it. I'll never leave her alone. The Red Room will never leave her alone."

"Then I'm not leaving her either." Clint retorted.

"You're making a bad choice, Barton. You love her too much-"

"Shut up."

"and you can't stop." he muttered, pulling out the photo frame with the two of them on it. He dropped it, causing it to shatter into a million pieces. "She was never yours to keep-"

"Shut up. Please."

"the Red Room will always be after her. And they'll always want her back. And if you leave now, Barton, she can come back to us feeling no regret. Because you left her first."

Clint fell silent. He averted his glare, looking down at the ground now, contemplating. He really had no idea what to do. He had to make a decision. He would have lunged at Barnes, but the latter man had a bigger build to him, and Clint didn't doubt that he could fight well. Bucky had been one to teach Natasha. And Clint could only very rarely spar with Natasha and win. He couldn't leave her. That wasn't an option. She came back because she needed him, and they needed each other. And he was planning to stay by her side throughout it all. And the bomb. He couldn't allow that to just go off, and just save Natasha. That wasn't an option either. Then what was?

As Barnes stared at him, and he stared at Barnes, there was a knock on the door. Clint's tense shoulders sagged down, and his eyes closed. He let out a deep sigh. Not in relief, but fear. He knew who that was. Natasha. She'd driven back, just to make sure Clint was okay. Barnes seemed to know it too. "Make a decision Barton. Next time we meet, I'll either see you with her, or without her." he said, walking to the balcony, and walking down the fire escape.

Clint sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, and moved to pull the door open. He had barely unlocked the door when a streak of red came storming in, turning on him. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she yelled, raising her hand to slap him, and then punch him, but he blocked them with ease. She didn't give up that easily. She fought and struggled against him as he twisted her hands behind her back, his fingers gently wrapping around her wrists.

"Relax, Tasha. I'm fine." he muttered, walking her to the couch. He pushed her down against the cushions gently, letting her hands go. "See?" he said, gesturing towards his body. "I'm fine."

Natasha narrowed her eyes, furrowing her eyebrows. "Well? Spit it out, what did he want?" she asked, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. Clint ran a hand through his hair, trying to find a way to phrase the answer.

He dropped his voice, just incase Barnes was listening. "He's offered me an ultimatum. He wants me to leave you. Get out of New York, America if I can. His words, not mine." he said, quietly. "He has a bomb- somewhere in New York. He's threatening me with it." he said.

Natasha was quiet for a few seconds. "Why you? Why does he threaten you?"

Clint simply shrugged. "We're partners. We stick together, remember?" he said, quietly. "I have no idea what to do, Tasha. I can't leave you, but I can't let thousands die."

Natasha chuckled. Clint raised an eyebrow. "You're laughing?! Of all times, Tasha. I try to make you laugh, and it fucking never works. But when your partner gets threatened, that's when you choose to laugh?" he hissed, incredulously. "You're an idiot." he mumbled.

She shook her head. "No- I thought of a plan. And I think it's quite a good one."

Clint sat down opposite her. "Well? What is it?" he asked, quickly.

Natasha walked to her bookshelf, pulling out a large book. Opening the first page, she pointed to a map of the world. "All you have to do, is get out of the country alone. I'll follow close behind. Barnes doesn't need to know that I know you left, or vice versa." she said, pointing to their current location. "I have a safe house in New Zealand." she said with a smirk. "How about we go for a little holiday, Barton?"

Clint let himself smile at her attempt, but shook his head. "The Red Room will find you, Tasha. They'll never stop looking."

"So I'll fake my death. And you can use your dramatic acting skills to pretend to actually be sad at my funeral." she muttered. "In the meantime, we can send an anonymous tip to Fury, warning him about a bomb." she said with a shrug. "SHIELD can detonate that, while we go skydiving. I'm in the mood. Plus, it'll be snowing. I know how much you like the cold, Clint." she said smirking.

Clint's eyes widened considerably. "Why don't we consider Singapore? It's warm year round. Please, Tasha?"

She shook her head from side to side. "Get packing, Barton." she said with a laugh as she grabbed her keys and walked out. "Text me when you land in New Zealand." she called out, just before she shut the door.

Clint groaned, and prodded to his room, plonking himself on the bed. He glanced around his messy excuse for a bedroom, and fell back against the cushions. He'd have to pack warm clothes. He hated cold weather. He spoke in extremely colorful language as he spent the rest of his hours packing up, and calling for jets out of New York.