A/N: Here you go, the next chapter is here. And a very Happy New Year everybody :)
The Avengers, Director Fury, Agent Hill and Sitwell, were all besides themselves as none of them could find Clint. It was almost three weeks since Clint had disappeared and a little over two months since the Battle of New York.
On the other hand, what only Nick Fury and a handful of medical personals knew was that the surgeries that were done to Phil had been successful, although he still hadn't woken up from his coma, but at least he was alive now.
Nobody had thought of checking Phil's office at the HQ, as no ne had actually thought that something so obvious had been missed. It wasn't until SHIELD was doing a routine surveillance for the month, when a camera caught Clint sleeping on Phil's old couch.
When Clint woke from his nap, he opened his eyes to find Nat and Nick sitting in front of him, both of them looking at him with concern. Clint sighed. They had finally found him, but he didn't have the strength to carry on anymore.
"I can't do this anymore" Clint says in a barely audible voice. "I know I promised Phil that I would never give up, but its just so hard. I just… I'm sorry, Sir. I can't. Not without him. He promised me forever, but now he is gone and I don't know how to keep living my life without him."
He did not cry. He could not. He was exhausted.
Nick sighed.
He wanted to tell Clint. He wanted to tell him that Phil was alive but until Phil pulled through, he could not take that risk. The doctors weren't even sure if Phil would ever wake up from his coma.
Nat was trying to comfort him, but they both knew it was pointless. Nick was trying to figure out what he could say to Clint when his emergency phone rang.
"Fury" he answered, pressing the receive button.
"Sir, he's awake!"
A/N: Well... Not really a cliffie, cliffie :P R&R?