Clint Barton

@ABlackInformer - “Nat. I can’t ask you to do this with me. It’s not you. Not the you I know you to be.” The tears welled up in his eyes. He just got her back. How could he be ready to let her go? She was all he had left.

@ABlackInformer -torn apart. This whole time questioning what was worse, actually being taken away in the “snap”, or being left behind alone. He wasn’t alone anymore, Nat was here. But he had a job to do. An Avenger. And he had to avenge the ones that didn’t. Justice was calling.-

Starter for @ABlackInformer {Setting: Post Infinity War/Pre Endgame} "Babe?" Clint called as he swung the screen door wide and ran inside the old farmhouse. "Boys! Lila!" He began searching from room to room. "Come on guys. This isn't funny." As+

@ABlackInformer + what had happened. Stunning as always. She had a strength beyond measure. Always the rock when things fell apart. He could count on her as he had so much in the past. “But this is something I don’t need to drag you into.” He cared far too much to take her down with him.

@ABlackInformer + held his. The warmth of human touch, her touch, if even for a moment soothed him. But it wasn’t enough to change his mind. His thumb rubbed the back of her hand gently. “I know Tasha. I know you would.” He spoke softly as he studied her features. She looked well, despite+

@ABlackInformer +had gone. His eyes dark and full of pain. Clint Barton has never fallen like this. “They’re gone.” He answered. His reply barely more than a whisper. He hadn’t heard his own voice in days. Hadn’t used it after screaming as loud as he could one night in rage and pain.

@ABlackInformer +from his bedroom stealthily and leaned against the door frame of the kitchen behind her, staying in the shadows. She’d turn around and see him. Dressed in black, Dark circles under his eyes like he had not slept in weeks.. and he hasn’t. Not one night of rest since they+

+ his cheeks. This couldn't be real. This doesn't just happen. What is this? The Rapture? A dream? Any moment now he would wake up. Any minute.. Please. Please wake up....

+ blowing around with the leaves. His chest was tight and he couldn't breathe, he couldn't swallow down the reality of what was happening. How? Why? "Please no." He dropped to his knees among the ash that used to be his wife. The tears began to flow down+