Chapter 2 Confrontation
You woke to a knock at your door. You jumped up to answer it, opening it to find Clint. Your heart stopped beating for a second when you saw him standing there.
"Can I come in?" he asked hesitantly. You nodded and stepped back from the door allowing him entry. He collapsed on the bed as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders and he couldn't carry it anymore. You sat down beside him and waited for him to say something. After a few minutes you felt like you were about to explode when he spoke.
"Where have you been?" he whispered, almost as if he were afraid of the words. Your heart broke in that moment, for causing him so much pain. The tears came from your eyes before you could stop them.
"I'm so sorry Clint." You said wrapping your arms around yourself to keep from falling apart.
He stood suddenly, crossing the rom before slamming his fist into the wall. "That's not good enough (y/n)!"
You flinched at the sound of him screaming at you. He turned and saw you cowering on the bed. "Just tell me where you were (y/n)." he said calmer.
"I was trying to protect you", you whispered. "They were going to use me to hurt you." Then you told him what you had told Natasha earlier. The whole time you told the story, Clint remained standing by the wall, even though you desperately wanted him to hold him like he did when you were younger and upset. When you finished telling the story, you sat there and waited for him to say something.
"You should have come to me and told me. I would have protected you." He said calmly, as if he were talking to a child, and suddenly you were pissed.
"Mabey I didn't want you to protect me, did you think of that? Maybe, just for once, I wanted to protect you."
"It's not your job to protect me (y/n). I'm your older brother, I'm supposed to protect you, especially when you're in danger because of me. God (y/n), do you know what these last three years have been like for me? They have been hell! I have had to sit and wonder if I have lost the only family that I have left. I should have been there, I should have been able to protect you from this, and I would have if you had just come and talked to me."
You sat there silent, trying to keep from crying again. You watched his breathing, waiting for it to return to normal, when it did you said, "I just wanted you to be safe. If they had caught me, they would have tortured and killed me, as you were forced to watch. I didn't want you to get hurt like that."
"So what, you thought that I believing you were dead was better than you actually being dead?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"God Clint, you are so stubborn, you can't even see my side of this!" you screamed, losing your temper again.
"Yeah, well maybe you shouldn't have come back." He threw back. The words ripped a hole in your heart.
"Maybe your right, I shouldn't have come back." You whispered. He said nothing, just walked away, slamming the door as he went.