AN: Wow! I'm so late. So I'm gonna be honest. I had actually forgotten that I had not finished updating the whole story. My bad!
I wont bore with a long ass note. So here we go!
After a tearful reunion on their part, where Phil was trying to calm Clint down, they both realized that they had an audience.
"Hey Agent" a teasing voice greeted them from the doorway.
"Mr. Stark" Phil's voice was as bland as Tony remembered. Somehow though, he detected a hint of gratitude; for what exactly, he didn't yet know.
"Hey Boss" Natasha stepped closer to the hospital bed, a small smile on her lips. "Its good to see you, but you ever do something like that again, I'll kill you myself."
"Thanks Romanoff" the bland tone had a note of adoration in it this time.
"And I'll help her," came Clint's hoarse voice.
Phil looked back at his husband, trying to understand what he must have gone through. If he were in Clint's position, he had no idea what he would have done.
"I'm sorry," he started. "I was… he had you, and I was just so angry. I wasn't even thinking when I went to confront him like that. Although Thor beat me to it."
"I don't care! I don't care what your reasons might have been. You are supposed to be the level-headed one. What was I to do? Just keep on living my life? Without you? I told you this before, there is no me without you."
"He didn't cope too well, did he?" Phil asked looking at Natasha, who was busy rolling her eyes.
"What do you think?"
Phil looked back at his husband and heaved a sigh.
"I'm so sorry sweetheart"
And with that he pulled Clint in for a kiss they had both been starving for, for months.
A/N: Okay! So there it is. There are a few more chapters left. I will try to be a little more attentive about my updating schedule.
Read and review. Pretty please.
Till then… And as always, thank you for sticking with me.
*kiss kiss*
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