A/N: Here you go, the next chapter is here. And if you don't hear from me before the holidays, then Happy Holidays J

Clint was a simple man. He didn't need or want much.

He could go without a place to call home. More often than not, he was off to different parts of the world on various missions. He could even go without food as long as he had enough to keep himself alive. He could even go without his bow and arrow even though he did get a little bit antsy sometimes.

There was just one thing that was absolutely vital to Clint; Phil. Since the day he joined SHIELD and met the agent, he knew there was no life for him without one Phil Coulson.

So when Clint found out that his husband had died during the battle, he shut down on himself. And to realize that somehow he had a hand in Phil's demise broke him from the inside. Completely.

For a month, he tried to come to terms with the fact that his husband was gone. But deep down he knew it was futile. He would never get over this loss. Never get over Phil. Ever.

So after a month of trying to cope, crying on Natasha's arms and even trying to sit in the midst of his new teammates as they talked about different things, he finally gave up.

The cameras and sensors in his rooms were cut off since the day he moved ito the Tower. So unless someone, i.e. Natasha came to check on him, nobody would know that he had gone up the vents and left the building without detection.

He was a spy after all and knew exactly how to go undetected through the city while avoiding all the cameras that he knew Tony would no doubt be hacking as soon as he heard Clint had left.

Finally he reached the only place he could think of – SHIELD HQ!

He made sure no one noticed him and again took to the vents t travel up to Phil's office room where he had spent countless hours watching Phil do all his boring paper work, or planning pranks on the junior agents with Natasha, or eating take out or just sleeping after a hard day.

For the first time since he lost Phil, Clint felt okay enough, coz he was back where he belonged, even if Phil wasn't there to keep him company anymore.

A/N: R&R? Pretty please?