Dear Clint,

I don't know how to start this. I'm not so good at words, and I've never been one for sentiment. And clearly, they are both things I need to be good at in this situation. I know you didn't want me to know, but Fury told me why you've been absent and I'm just so sorry. Don't laugh at me for this, but I need to admit something. I miss you. You have always been one of the best parts of my day, and I am forever grateful to this job for bringing us closer together. Don't let this defeat you. Loki could have corrupted any of us. He had magic, okay? It's not weakness or anything of the sort. You are the best agent that I know, and the best man I have ever known. There have been times when I thought about giving it up, and when I was at my darkest point you saved me, and I will always be there to save you. But I do not believe you need me to. You are stronger than I am, Clint. You will get through this. I'm being assigned to Rome. I don't know how long for but when I get back I need to see you. Well, give it a couple of days. You would shit yourself laughing if you saw the disguise they have me in. I can't give you that kind of ammo against me. But I want to come back to you. Healthy and happy. And I know I will, because I believe in you Clint Barton.

(Yes I know this was corny. Shut up.)

Nat

xxx