CHAPTER EIGHT
Clint awoke to see everything bathed in a strange light.
"What?" Clint looked up as his eyes grew used to the light, and saw Natasha. "Where's Bobbi?"
Natasha smiled, happy that her friend wanted to know where his girlfriend was.
"She'll be okay. How are you?"
"Fine, how'd you clear my head?"
"I hit you on the head, really hard."
"Great, where's Coulson?" Natasha frowned, and Clint was left wondering what happened. "Natasha, what Happened?" he used a much harsher tone.
"Loki killed him."
Clint stared at the open space. Bobbi had been one of Coulson's only real friends; everyone thought he was a wimp. Even when Clint and Bobbi were just friends, Clint refused to hang out with the agent. Then the two started dating and she forced him. And he wished he'd done it sooner. Natasha and him soon became very close, but not as close as Bobbi, to the agent, and just as he was starting to give the man a chance, he dies.
Clint opened his mouth to say something. But Natasha insisted he get a drink. As he was getting it, Steve walked in. "Can you fly one of these?" he asked Natasha.
"No, but I can," Clint walked out of the bathroom, wiping his wrists dry.
"You got a suit?" "Yeah?"
"Then suit up."