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Selective && Private Clint Barton. 616 && MCU based.

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Through the slight plasticy smell of the gear, there was something very distinctly Clint beneath, unchanged though they’d been apart for so long. Her eyes burned a bit, but no way in hell was she going to cry, so she closed her eyes instead. God, she’d missed him. 

“Skye?” The voice, Miles’ voice, came from about thirty feet behind her, and she whirled to face him. He had his gun up, and she swallowed hard, taking a very obvious sidestep between him and Clint, though she had a feeling he wouldn’t shoot anyway - Miles wasn’t a killer, which he proved by lowering the gun, though he didn’t put it away. “What are you doing!?”

“He’s-” she forced out, trying to explain but not finding the words. Before she did, Miles continued. 

“He’s the one from the circus, right? The one that left?” He asked, voice hard as he looked over her shoulder to glare at Clint. She tensed. She’d never told him about Clint, she’d completely refused to talk about her time at the circus at all. Before she could question how he knew, Miles explained, “You talk in your sleep.” He shook his head, “But we have to go now. There’s nothing here.”

Clint opened his eyes when someone else joined them, feeling Skye pull away from him. He looked at the man in front of them, eyeing the gun in his hands. As Skye stepped in front of him he reached to the bottom of his quiver to pull out a trick arrow head. If he could toss a smoke bomb one, maybe he could pull Skye out before she got hurt.

But as this guy lowered his gun, Clint relaxed a little, watching Skye in front of him. She knew this guy, and he wondered what was going to happen to her — He was so used to not helping the enemies lately, even if he didn’t abide by those rules all the time.

He raised his eyebrow when the guy mentioned the circus, and he looked o Skye quietly, wondering what these people knew, what she told them about him and the circus, before it was added that she talked in her sleep. He rose his eyebrow, looking at her still, but he left that for the moment, taking Skye’s arm.

You don’t have to go with them. He said quietly, glancing at the man. “You can leave, You don’t have to with them.”

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