[So interesting fact, I still don't own anybody but my OC.

When in doubt - BOOBS]

"Hawkeye," Coulson's voice said through the com. "You did a good job,"

The clean-up crew was already moving the body away from the public eye. "Jesus, he wouldn't move from behind that pillar."

"Not everyone likes to just sit in the open waiting for someone to kill them,"

"My job would be a hell of a lot easier if they did," He put his now disassembled gun into its case. He put back on his suit jacket so he would blend in, fiddling with the top button. He smiled as he thought of Alexis yesterday morning, and how she had kissed him only the once. "Man, I can't wait to get back to Stark Tower."

"I never thought I'd hear you say that," Coulson laughed as he himself began to walk along the sidewalk.

As he waited in the airport, Clint pulled out his phone. He pressed his speed dial number, thankful that Tony had given him such a well encrypted phone. He scanned the airport as it rang.

"Hey, it's Alexis. Leave me a message and I might call you back,"

"Hey babe, I'm on my way home. I'll see you when I get there." He put his phone back in his pocket.

"All passengers please report to the boarding gate, all passengers please report to the boarding gate."

Landing was smoother than he thought it would, normally pilots get that one big bump in before they land the plane solidly on the ground. Getting through security was much easier under the name Jonathon something-or-other than Hawkeye. In the lot, he spotted the sleek car that he had been assigned. 'Accidentally' dropping his briefcase, he checked under the car for bombs. Satisfied that there was no tampering done to his car, he climbed in, throwing the case into the passenger seat. When he started the black Mercedes it roared and purred as he pulled out of the lot.

The ringing of the phone came through every speaker of the car, making his own ears ring.

"Hey, it's Alexis. Leave me a message and I might-"

He hung up, deciding to call Tony to see if she was at the Tower. She might've forgotten her phone when she went to work.

"Yo,"

"Hey Iron Prick, have you seen Lexis?"

"Your girl called me the same thing this morning," Stark hissed, remembering the uncomfortable elevator ride.

"Great minds think alike," Clint laughed. "Is she at the tower?"

"Last time I saw her was the night you left."

"Thanks man," He sighed, hanging up on Tony before he could say anything else. He was hoping that they could go out to dinner tonight. Apparently though, they'd be staying in at her apartment. Which he didn't mind at all, really.

After a very traffic packed drive to her flat, he climbed the stairs two by two until he got to the sixth floor. He imagined that since it was the late evening already, she would be curled up in front of the t.v, snacking on popcorn.

"They said they'd fix that elevator, like, a year ago." He huffed, rapping his knuckles against the door. No one came to answer the door though, so he knocked louder. Still no one came. "Stupid hospital hours." He muttered, pulling out his key and unlocking the door.

"Babe?" He called, pulling off his suit jacket and hanging it on the hall tree. "You home?"

He laid down on the couch, punching the pillow to submit into comfortableness. I guess I'll see you in the morning.

It was as if her captor was recreating the island scene from the latest James Bond movie. She and Clint had gone to see it together, but they'd spent the whole thirty minutes worth of credits making out in the back row. That's always the best time to make out.

She was tied to a steel chair which in turn was bolted to the ground. "Well, Miss Merlot it seems as though you have quite a few missed calls."

"I wonder why," She hissed, but the glare he gave her made Alexis recoil. He was a good 6'4, jet black hair, and a thick Russian accent. Even though he stayed in a suit, she could still tell that he was built like a brick stove.

"Let's wait until your little boyfriend calls again," He grabbed her phone from the table on the opposite side of the room, waving it dramatically. "Until then…"

He struck her across the face. "We'll see how fast we can get him to come running,"

"Hello Mr. Barton,"

"It wasn't really my fault. He was the one who got drunk and made himself an easy target." Clint drawled. "He was dumb."

"My brother was no idiot,"

Clint snorted, but he winced at the pain from his bruised wrists. They were purple and swollen from pulling against the handcuffs.

"You will pay for my brother's death Clint Barton."

"Shit!" Clint sat upright, his skin peeling off of the cheap leather couch. He looked at the clock in the room, its little hand on the nine. He swung his head around, but the coffee wasn't on, which meant Alexis hadn't started it. He stood up quietly, tiptoeing to her bedroom. Her comforter was tucked neatly beneath the mattress, her pillow fluffed and resting against the headboard. He ran to where his jacket had been hung, frantically getting the phone from his pocket.

It rang. And rang. And rang.

"Hello?"

"Alexis, where are you?"

"What's wrong my little pumpkin?" His brows knit together. She had never called him pumpkin before.

"You're not here, I got back last night," He murmured, kicking his toe against the doorstop.

"Late night at the hospital, I crashed at Izzie's since it was closer, cornmuffin." Alexis hadn't stopped calling him on Thanksgiving when she was drunk off her ass and throwing said food at him.

"You know how I get when I don't know if you're safe," He chuckled, a fear bubbling in his stomach.

"I'm fine, carney ." Clint stiffened. She hadn't called him that since he told her, and he had wept for the first time that day since he'd run away. He hated crying, because it was a sign of weakness, but she embraced him and didn't stop apologizing until his tears ended. She held him in her arms and held his hand, swearing never to say such a thing again.

Something was wrong.

"Where are you right now Alexis?" He choked out.

"Hello Mr. Barton," Clint's body went rigid.

"Who is this?"

"I told you you would pay for my brothers death," The voice said. "And every day you don't come to save you're pathetic excuse for a girlfriend-" There was a crack, followed by a strangled cry. "Oops," Another crack. "That little piggy won't be going to the market any more."

"Stop! I swear to God if you hurt her I'll-"

"You'll what?" He laughed. "Tick tock Mr. Barton. Tick. Tock."

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