He'd say he didn't believe her, but he knew better. If she said she was going to do something nine times out of ten she went ahead with it. His arm tensed around her waist, the fingers he'd stroked through her hair stopped and he pulled back only slightly to look down at her. "You're serious about this right? This is something you want..?"

He had to ask, needed the vocal confirmation that she didn't want them anymore, because Clint sure as hell didn't want to sit and watch her go again, and he sure didn't want to go off on his own, not without her by his side.

Fury would hate it but technically Fury owed her a big one. he'd been the one to rubber stamp the call to end her life, and she'd turned out one of his best agents. He owed her that much.

Clint smiled and fuck everything, he reached, tilting her head up and finding her lips in a brief kiss, cut short by the fact they were still in a public place, anybody could walk in and they still hadn't had the talk, although with the way things were going Clint was pretty sure this was a direction he was going to be happy with.

"Come on, let's head back to the tower, order some food in, crash out." Hill could go to hell, it ws pretty obvious that he wasn't going to join up with the junior agents to go watch them go over the same routines he'd been teaching them for the past week. "I changed your sheets like I said I would." Gold star for the busy home maker.