A/N: SO sorry for the wait guys. hope you like. it's kinda short

Disclaimer: Don't own anything.

"What do you want Clint?" Barney asked as he looked at him from across the table.

"I want to get something across to you before you go through with this." Clint said, looking at Barney, the drink having long ago been abandoned.

"What?" Barney snapped, glaring at him.

"Okay, can I just say something, as your best man, well, as your brother?" He let out a breath. "Be careful."

"What do you mean?" Barney asked.

"Well, you just, you haven't been acting like a guy that's about to get married and you think it's okay," He shook his head. "Cause Natasha's so cool, but Natasha's not as cool as you think she is."

"Oh, I see." Barney rolled his eyes. "And you know this because you know Natasha better than I do?" Barney let out a cold laugh. "You know what she appreciates better than her own fiancé."

Clint leaned forward. "I'm just saying. If I was getting married in 3 days-"

"But you're not getting married in 3 days, Clint, I am." Barney interrupted. "Natasha's marrying me, not you."

Clint clenched his jaw. "You're right, not my place." He shook his head, taking a sip out of his beer.

"That's right. It's not." Barney said, searching Clint with his eyes. "Natasha isn't yours little brother. She's mine. And you better remember that."

"I get it." Clint threw his hands up in defense. "I know. I know Natasha is yours. I know that. You rub it in every time I talk to you. You have three days to shape the fuck up."

Barney let out a laugh.

"I'm serious. Because if I have a say in this, which I do, I can end this at any moment. I can tell her you cheated on her." Clint said.

"And she will definitely believe you. I mean, when haven't you lied to her? Oh wait, you lie to her all the time. And to tell her that I cheated on her, you'd have to tell the truth about every single lie you have ever told her." Barney growled.

Clint rolled his eyes and stood up. "Three days. Three fucking days."

"Hey." Clint said, pulling off his jacket. "You okay?"

Natasha shook her head. "I can't find it Clint." She said quietly.

"Can't find what?" He asked quietly, placing the jacket over her shoulders.

"My something old." She whispered, running a shaky hand through her red curls.

"Well, where'd it go?" He asked, his eyes searching her face.

"I don't know. I left it in the woods by the tree and it's missing." She whispered, rubbing at her eyes. "I don't know. Maybe it's a sign."

"Tasha, don't start the sign from the universe thing. That's how everything has messed up." He said. "You probably just can't find it because you placed it on the other side or something."

"What if it is the universe? Telling me that I don't need to be with Barney." She looked at him, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Maybe… Maybe we don't need the universe to tell us what we really want and what we really need." He said quietly.

She shook her head as the rain started pouring down even more.

"Maybe we already know that, deep down." He said. "It's gonna be okay Natasha."

"He, he isn't here." She whimpered. "He decided that this wasn't important enough. Being ready for this wedding isn't important enough."

"If you told Barney that you needed him, he'd be here in a heartbeat." He said, grabbing her hand and squeezing it tightly.

She looked up at him, sniffling. "I didn't have to tell you." She muttered quietly, wiping at her eyes.

"No you didn't." He said quietly. "But that's because I'm always here for you."