Clint had been talking with Tony about some new techno stuff he wanted to add to Clint's bow and arrows. Clint had just been telling him hands off the boy when F.R.I.D.A.Y interrupted them saying that Harper was back. Clint's eyes immediately lit up with excitement he lived his kids but it was always nice to have his better half around. He quickly apologized to Tony before asking F.R.I.D.A.Y where Harper was. The A.I told him Harper was on the roof there special place so Clint walked out of the lab and into the elevator. It didn't take very long for the elevator to reach the roof. As Clint stepped out he could immediately tell that something was off. He walked up to her making sure to announce his presence by the sound of his footsteps he didn't want to startle her. "Hey." He said softly sitting down beside her "How'd the mission go?" He asked her. He recognized that look in her eyes and he knew that something had happened she hadn't even taken off her black suit which meant that she had something on her mind.
Clint wrapped an arm around Harper's shoulders, kissing her forehead lightly in greeting. "I'm glad you're home the kids and I missed you." He said waiting for her to bring up what was wrong, he knew she'd talk about if she wanted to and that he shouldn't push her. No matter how much he wanted her to tell him so that they could figure it out together like they always did. He waited patiently for her to say something, looking out at the city.Finally she spoke and Clint turned to look at the red-haired beauty. He listened to her not interrupting once while stroking her hair between his fingers absentmindedly. Once she was done telling him what happened he pulled her into a full hug. "What happened wasn't your fault, you couldn't have known who or what was in that building and it was their mistake for cornering you like that." He said rubbing her back "Don't blame yourself for what happened." He told her, pulling back a bit so he could see her face. He brushed a few strands of hair out of her face.
Harper loved Clint's hugs, more than nearly anything in the world. Burrowing her head into his neck she breathed in, taking in his scent, which was so intoxicating to her, and always had been. It was this distinct mix of sweat and cologne, a spicy mix that always made her smile. She looked up at him, a soft look in her eyes. While perhaps she didnt necessarily believe it wasn't her fault, she loved him for comforting her. "For someone whos a bird brain, you always do know what to say, Barton," she quipped, cracking a faint smile. God it felt good to be home. "Has anything worthwhile happened since I was gone? With the kids or with you?"
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