No, I haven't forgotten about the sequel to Finders Keepers! I'm still working on the first chapter of the new sequel, Keeping What You've Found. This story came to me while watching Hawkeye (duh!). I wasn't happy with the ending, so I made my own. This starts immediately after the ambulance scene. It will be a multi-chapter, but not as long as Finders Keepers (I hope!)

**********SPOILERS FOR HAWKEYE******************

As he and Kate are sitting at the back of the ambulance, Clint looks up at the large clock, then turns to Kate. "Merry Christmas…partner."

Kate hesitates before speaking, taking in what he said. When the recognition hit her, she beamed, even though Clint had called her that earlier in the evening. "Back at you, partner. Don't you have somewhere else you need to be? You're supposed to be home for Christmas."

"Yeah, hold on." Clint digs his phone out of his pocket. As he goes to press the number, the phone rings. "Hey, babe. Merry Christmas. Wait, wait. All I have to do is get cleaned up, and then I'll be there. I told you I'd be home." He held up a finger, then covered the phone. "Back in a minute." Clint jumped off the ambulance and walked away to get some privacy.

Kate wondered what her Christmas plans would be now, seeing how her mom was sitting in a jail cell, charged with murder, and her almost stepfather was just out of prison, and last she saw, was talking to one of the LARPers. "Guess he wasn't the bad guy we thought he was." Kate saw movement out of the corner of her eye, glanced over, and saw a rock flying through the air and striking the side of the ambulance. "That doesn't look good."

Clint came limping back to the ambulance. "Come on," Clint picked up his quiver. "We need to walk the dog."

Kate jumped off the ambulance, falling in step with Clint. "So, uh, not going home for Christmas?"

Clint huffed. "Would require I had a home to go to." He swung his bow across his body and clenched his quiver even tighter. "She finally had enough. Got tired of me missing holidays and birthdays for work. Hell, she knew what I did when she married me. It's not like I can tell bad guys to pause while I celebrate. She never realized I was doing it for them. I didn't want my kids to grow up like I did, never feeling safe, never knowing where their next meal would come from, or if it would even come. All I wanted was to provide for them and be proud of me. God, she tolerated so much. She stayed with me through the fallout of New York, Sokovia, and Germany. Then that damn big purple guy with his rocks." Clint sighed. "I should've seen this coming. My skill set is seeing things from a distance, though. I'm not so good at noticing things right in front of my face."

The two walked back to pick up the dog. "Y'all still don't have a name for the dog?" Grills asked when they entered. "Hey, thanks for letting us help out today, man."

"No problem, man." Clint took the leash from Grills, then knelt and scratched the dog's head. "Good boy." The dog put his paw on Clint's knee. "I'm so lucky Kate found you." Clint turned his head up to Kate. "What about Lucky?"

Kate smiled. "Lucky the Pizza Dog. Perfect!" She swore the dog smiled when he heard the word pizza. "See? He loves the name."

Clint chuckled, shaking his head. "Lucky it is."

"No," Kate scolded, "it's Lucky the Pizza Dog."

"I like it," Grills said. "Hey, the group is getting together later today for a Christmas party. Nothing fancy, a little potluck. I think we've got a new member. Jack?"

Clint and Kate exchanged glances and smiled. "Nah, we're good, Grills," Clint replied. "Thanks for the offer and your help."

Grills clasped Clint's shoulder. "Always happy to help an Avenger. So, does that make us honorary Avengers now?"

Clint grew somber. "Not sure there are any left." He thought about it. Tony, Natasha, and Steve were gone. He wasn't sure where Bruce was and figured Thor had gone to New Asgard or off with the raccoon into space. Scott was back in California with his girlfriend and daughter. At least that's where Clint thought he was. Sam and Bucky were somewhere. He'd seen the news and saw Sam had taken Steve's mantle as Captain America. Clint knew Sam would be a perfect fit. He wondered why Steve didn't anoint Bucky, but then thinking about each of their pasts, Sam was the better choice. Clint thought he should check in on them. He'd also thought about Wanda a lot but was so caught up in his own life. He regretted he hadn't kept up with her as he should have. 'God, when did I get so old?' Clint thought to himself. Clint shook his head and realized Grills and Kate were talking. "If I hear they're getting back together, you'll be the first ones I call, OK?"

"Man, that's the best Christmas present ever!" Grills said, grinning ear to ear. "If you change your mind about the party, give me a call. We're having it on the rooftop."

"We will." Clint and Kate said goodbye and left Grills' apartment. "Damn," Clint said. "I need to see if the hotel allows pets."

"Meh, don't worry about it, partner," Kate grinned. "I've got an entire penthouse, and it allows dogs and Avengers."

"Thanks, Kate. You don't have to do that."

"I know, but" she hesitated, "I don't want to be rattling around there by myself. Besides, it's either that or my aunt's apartment."

"To be honest, that's more my style."

"OK, then. We'll use that as our headquarters then."

"Headquarters?"

"Yep, Hawkeye Headquarters."

Clint shook his head. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

The following day, Clint was awakened by a broad, wet swipe across his face. "Ugh, Lucky." Clint swatted the dog, trying to get Lucky out of his face, but that just caused Lucky to lick him even more. "All right, all right, I'm getting up." Clint sat up, stretched, listened to his back and neck popping, then stood. He walked over to the door, grabbed the leash, hooked it to Lucky's collar, then went over to the dog park. After Lucky ran around, did his business, and checked out all the other dogs to make sure there weren't any new ones (there weren't), Clint took Lucky back to the apartment. As he buzzed Kate, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Clint Barton?" A woman with thick glasses, hair pulled back in a tight bun, wearing a beige pantsuit, asked.

"Who's asking?" Lucky wasn't much help, sniffing the female's beige pumps, trying to decide if she was friend or foe.

"Here you go." Without saying another word, she handed him an envelope, then spun on her heels and walked away.

Clint unsealed the envelope and scanned the first of several pieces of legal-looking paper. "Shit."

"Clint?" Kate's voice came through the intercom speaker.

"Yeah." He heard the door unlock, so he dragged Lucky into the building and onto the elevator. "She didn't waste any time. Wonder how long she's had these drawn up?" Clint ran a hand through his hair. "God, I hope she won't try to keep the kids away." When the elevator dinged, and the doors opened, he slid out of the elevator and went to the apartment.

Clint arrived at the apartment, Kate holding the door open. "You sounded stressed. What's up?" Kate grabbed his jacket sleeve, dragging Clint and Lucky into the apartment, shutting the door, locking it behind them. "Clint? Talk to me."

He remembered to unhook Lucky's leash from his collar before going further into the apartment. Clint watched as Lucky scampered over to Kate, sniffing her feet, then running to drink water from his bowl. Clint collapsed onto the sofa, leaning forward and propping his arms across his legs. "She filed. Haven't read all the paperwork yet." He tossed the envelope to Kate, who was sitting at the other end of the couch, legs crossed beneath her. She was wearing a purple sweatshirt; sleeves pushed up, and a pair of jeans. Clint looked and noticed the scratches and bruises along her arms and across her face. "You feeling OK this morning?" He asked, motioning to Kate's various injuries, knowing there were more he couldn't see.

Kate pulled the coffee mug away from her lips, nodding her head. "Who, me? I'm fine. Never better. Ouch." When she went to put the coffee mug on the table, she reached too far and pulled a muscle or stretched one she'd injured the day before. "What about you? I noticed you walked Lucky with your right arm, not your left. Since you weren't carrying your bow, I figured you'd hurt your dominant arm."

"First off, I'm ambidextrous, so I don't have a dominant arm. Even if I did, how would you know? We've only known each other a week."

Kate smirked. "I'm Hawkeye. I notice things other people miss."

Clint put his head in his hands and moaned. "I've created a monster."

"Yes, you have, but we'll deal with that later." Kate uncrossed her legs and stretched them out on the couch, having just enough room to kick at Clint if necessary. "What's this about paperwork being filed?" She pulled the paperwork from the envelope and scanned the pages. "Have you read all of this, Clint?"

"Only the part when she said she wants a divorce for irreconcilable differences."

Kate nodded. "Well, I happen to have enough knowledge of the law to be dangerous. I have a feeling you might want to hire an attorney. Let me grab my phone."

"Kate, hold on." Clint reached across the couch and put a hand on her arm, stopping her from dialing. "Hand me the paperwork." Kate sighed, then shoved the papers at him. He grabbed his glasses from the table and began skimming through the paperwork. When he finished, he removed his glasses, tossing them and the papers onto the coffee table, then leaned back into the couch cushions. "Well, guess I should be glad she's at least letting me have the kids every other weekend."

"Clint, you still need to get a lawyer."

Clint stood and went to the kitchen, returning with a packaged frozen drink and his ever-present 'Thanos was right' coffee mug. He collapsed back onto the couch and put the margarita mix on his aching elbow. "I know." Clint closed his eyes. "I have a couple of people in mind to call." He sighed. "I'll start contacting people after the holidays since I didn't see any due date on the paperwork."

Kate nodded. "Want to go to Grills's party?"

"Truthfully? No. I think I've had my fill of people for a bit. What say we finish our movie marathon?"

"Sounds like a plan, CB-1."

Clint patted the couch, sliding over to give Lucky room to jump up onto it. "You're the bestest boy." Clint scratched Lucky's head, causing the dog to prop his head on Clint's leg. Before the evening was over, Kate had gone and picked up some pizzas, and between the three of them, they made quick work of them.