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Steve whipped around, already sweating. He could feel his heart starting to race as Natasha's words of warning ran through his head. Luckily, it was Agent Hill already dressed and a cup of coffee in one hand a binder in the other.
"What are you doing up this early?" she continued. Being how early it was, he stuttered on his words, trying to think of anything that would make sense.
"I was get—getting some water from downstairs," he explained, even though there was a full kitchen and bathroom in his suite.
Hill shook her head and laughed, "Ha, right." She strutted towards the elevator and turned back towards him. "Don't make it too complicated, Captain."
"Don't tell an—" he shouted as the elevator door closed but was cut off. He knew she wouldn't tell anyone, except maybe Nick, but he had no reason to tell anyone else. He sighed and opened his door and drug his feet towards the bathroom.
What did he just do? Did he make his life exponentially harder? Was that a pun? Was there someone knocking at the door?
Steve turned and paused at the sound of the knocking. He had to look like he had just woken up but, considering his current state, it wouldn't be too hard. Roughing up his hair, he made his way to the door. As he opened it, he tilted his head and opened only one of his eyes to make it appear as though he wasn't adjusted to the sunlight. There stood Clint in all his glory. "Yeah?" Clint leaned against the door frame before chuckling to himself. He gestured to let himself in, to which Steve had no reasonable obligation.
Clint made his way over to the small sofa with Steve close behind. "What's going on, Clint?" Steve questioned; it was obviously too early for chit-chat.
"I saw you go up to Nat's room last night, and from what I could tell, you really enjoyed yourself." They both laughed, Steve reminiscing on the night, Clint laughing with him.
"Wait, you heard us?"
"No, but I had a suspicion. You just proved it." And with that, he got up and strolled out of the apartment.
Great, now Clint knows. Would he tell?
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