Chat with Clint

Estela was sitting on top of Avengers Tower while watching the sunset, it's been a while since the lab incident and her feeling of guilt was getting worse.

Something touched her shoulder, she turn around and punch something right in the stomach.

'Nice reflexes.'

'Clint! My god! I'm sorry!'

'It's all good.' Clint sat down next to Estela and she continued watching the sunset, he glanced at her but she don't look at him. 'Do you want to talk about it? It's alright if you don't.' Estela looked at him but then looked back at the sky.

'When the rat was making a high pitched squealing noise, a memory flashed before my eyes. It was my parents deaths, and I'm responsible for it.' Miller mumbled, Barton looked at her sadly. 'I wasn't able to save them in time, I couldn't stop the poisonous gas from filling the glass container.'

Clint pulled Estela into a tight hug, Estela stiffened and couldn't relax. Clint stroked her hair soothingly and Estela let some tears fall.

'Shhhhhh, it's okay. You've got me and my shoulder to cry on.' Estela laughed and escaped the hug, she wiped her tears and continued watching the sunset. Barton ruffled her hair playfully and she chuckled.

'Is this a part of your "flirting" act?' Clint puts on a dramatically fake injured look.

'Me? Flirt with you? Never! How could you accuse me of such shit!' He said, pretending. Miller laughed and he joined in.

'So, what's your story?' She asked when they stopped laughing, Barton chuckled and shook his head.

'Um...well. I trained as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, got sent on missions and that sort of shit, found a wife, got married, had kids, got divorced, haven't seen her for a couple of years, became Hawkeye. So yeah, those are some of the important things in my life-'

'In that order?'

'Haha, no.' Estela rolled her eyes, he stands up and offered Miller a hand. 'Wanna come inside?' Miller took the hand and stands up as well. 'I'll lead you to the guest "apartment".' Estela sighed in defeat and Clint smirked as he leads the way.