His reaction doesn’t make her feel
any better about all of this, but she’s
already started this conversation, so…
“I… He was talking about Dark Avengers..?
And you two fighting? I’m —- confused.”
okay, this is even worse than what he has
imagined. and obviously, he knew his past
would come back to haunt him, specifically
through the ones he loves and cares the most.
his head goes down, he feels like he’s out of
breath and someone’s vacuuming the oxygen
inside, his hands go through his dark red hair
thinking of what to say next. admit? defend?
———— yes. i did try t’kill ‘im. i was once a bad
guy, even fakin’ as clint in a different group
the dark avengers. what he all said is true. but
y’need t’know i was different back then. angry,
young, violent. y’might remember the coney
island wreckage from seven years ago. that was
me. fightin’ clint. makin’ a mess.
…… i’m different now.
i swear i’m different. “
✉ [ text sent: Barney ]: i can tell.
✉ [ text sent: Barney ]: now c’mon get your paranoid ass down here with the chocolate
text : she has coffee.
I AM NOT PARANOID AT ALL
alright im on my way
”i reckon i could—-“
”but i probably won’t.”
” but whyyyy. “
outta. bye friends im dead
“Something ‘bout your histories.
And uh… a Trickshot.”
” Well……. fuck. “
okay, this is going extremely horrible.
” Can ya give me some specifics on what he said,
so I can try’ta justify myself ? “
”Clint and I were talking and —
well he let something slip.
It’s kinda bothering me, I guess.”
” What did he say. “
”I —- don’t know.”
Jus’ tell me what’s wrong already.
*looks at fictional character* nobody loves u more than me
outta. what do you think you’re doin son
”Barney — can we talk?”
—————- Somethin’ wrong ? “