A/N: I'm back. :D With another sort of short chapter. I shall explain that later. For now, just enjoy reading. :D

PS. I so totally forgot to mention at the end of last chapter… How'd you like Clint admitting out loud that he loves Phil?

A Wave of Goodbyes:

~Clint~

Jane stares at me. "Is he always this stubborn about taking his pills?" Nat nods and claps my chest.

"Ow!" I glare at her. "What the fuck, Nat?"

"Take your medicine."

"No." She slaps my chest again. "Son of a bitch.."

"Watch your language, Clint."

"Yeah. Thanks for the support, Jane." Nat hits me again. "All right! Damn it! I'll take the stupid pill!" I take the pill and Nat smirks. :I'd like to talk to you in my room, Nat. Come on."

~Clint~

"You're leaving already?" I nod and Jane pulls me in for a hug. "Take care of yourself, Clint. I don't want any more calls about you being in the hospital. All right, baby brother?"

"Yeah, Jane. I got you." She kisses my cheek and lets go, pulling Nat in for a hug, too.

"And you. Promise me you'll make sure he's all right?" Nat nods and hugs Jane back, even though she isn't a big fan of hugs. I hug her anyway, but it's nice to see her hug somebody. "You two take care."

"I love you, sis."

"I love you too." She smiles as Nat and I walk out. We have a prince to go see.

~Clint~

"Have I ever mentioned that I hate airplanes?" I mumble as Nat and I, once again, make our way down the compressed aisle of a plane, seats on either side limiting space. "Because I do."

"I know, Clint."

"Nobody better go dropping any damn bags on me this time." Nat chuckles. "I'm sorry, so you find that funny?" We sit down.

"It was a little bit funny."

"That could've given me a concussion, Nat. I'm hurt." I move my hand to my heart and pretend to be hurt.

"Oh please. It wasn't heavy enough to give you a concussion."

"How do you know? It didn't land on your head, did it?" She laughs and lightly shakes her head. I grab her hand as we start to take off, my eyes closing. "I hate these things."

~Clint~

I'm standing outside Phil's tower in the rain, staring up at the unending floors. I need to see him. I need to make sure he's all right. But I can't go in there. It isn't safe to go in there. I could always risk it, but I want this bastard who's trying to shoot Phil dead. I want the bastard buried. I could just call him again… But it wouldn't be the same. "Phil…" A lone tear slowly rolls down my cheek.

What am I doing? I can't go in; I know that. I can't stand out here forever, either. I need to decide something to do and just do it. I step up to the door and grab the knob. I can do this… I take a few deep breaths before backing up. I can't do this. I can't. "Make up your mind already, Clint." Nat yells from the car.

I stare up at what I know to be Phil's room. I can see his silhouette moving around his room. It looks as if he's pacing nervously. Is he that worried about me? Or is something else going on? I don't know. Phil approaches the window and pulls the curtain back slightly. I freeze as he looks at me and I can see the hurt in his eyes.

"Goodbye, Phil…" I whisper, more to myself than anyone else. He releases the curtain, shooting out of his room. Instead of waiting, I'm running towards the car, closing the door. "Go."

"What are you doing Clint?" Another tear falls down my face.

"Just go." Nat takes off and the last thing I see as I'm looking back is Phil standing outside the tower looking around desperately for me. It breaks my heart.

~Phil~

"He's going to come back, Phil." I rub at the back of my neck as I'm pacing. "Don't worry so much."

"Don't worry? How can I not worry?" Tony puts his hands on my shoulders and stares into my eyes.

"He will be fine, Phil. If you don't trust us, trust him, because he's the one that told us. He'll be fine." I nod, pulling the curtain back. I freeze. Clint's standing outside, staring up at me. I bolt for the door. "Where are you going?"

"Clint!" I run for the stairs. The elevator would take too long. I nearly trip and fall on my face as I make it down the never-ending staircase. I open the door to go outside and I'm all alone. Clint isn't out here. Where'd he go? Was I just imagining him? Oh great… Now I'm crazy. "Clint…" A tear falls down my cheek as I collapse onto the cold, wet ground. He's gone.

~Clint~

"Are you an idiot?"

"Haven't we already decided that I am?" I stare out the passenger side window. I feel horrible about leaving Phil like that.

"You should've spoken to him. You could've eased his worrying. What were you thinking?" Nat's been snapping at me for the past half hour.

"I can't handle it, Nat. I want to see him, but I… I just can't al right?"

"I thought we were coming back here so that you could see him?" I shrug my shoulders. "What's the plan now?"

"Find the shooter. Take him out."

"What about the guy who wants Phil dead?"

"I'm sure he'll get the message once his guy's dead. I'm taking this seriously, Nat. Don't think I'm not." She nods. "I need to get something from my apartment."

"All right, Clint."

A/N: This one was supposed to be longer. We lost power for a while and my computer happened to be near dead at the time. Grr. Didn't give me much time. This is all I could get out by now. Sorry. :( How'd you like it, though? Were you expecting Clint to just leave like that?