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Now can I kill, Fury?

[Clint is pacing back and forth, fingers clenching into fists.]

Fuck it, we'll both kill him.

Clint no....I still don't have all the answers I want......I need to know what Fury did to me...why he couldn't let me go.

Whatever he did, whatever brought you back to me, I can't be angry about that. But I can be angry on your behalf for whatever the fuck he's done.

[He moves to stand in front of Phil, bracing his hands on his shoulders.]

Whatever is going on, it changes nothing, do you understand, nothing. It doesn't change anything between us. Tell me you understand that.

[Phil manages to look Clint in the eye and nod. The pain is still so fresh in his head, the anger too.]

I understand that...you weren't a part of this....you didn't know what Fury was doing.

Screw Fury, this is about you and me. Nothing changes between us, alright? No matter what the outcome is, nothing changes with us.

[Even if it turns out you're a LMD, you're still mine dammit!]

I love you. Just remember that, I love you, no matter what.

[Phil leans in for a kiss, deep and hot.]

I love you too Clint Barton you are my family.

[Louise walks into her local feeling a bit out of sorts this evening. Perching atop the nearest barstool, she runs her fingers through her hair and casts a sidelong look at the man sitting several seats down. She chuckles to herself ruefully; the poor sod appeared to be having the same sort of night, judging by the empty shot glasses in front of him. One more couldn't hurt the poor bastard, she thinks, as she slides a shot of tequila down the bar at him. To be sure, it had been meant for her own throat, but this man seemed to need it more than she.]

[For Clint, the kiss is desperate, needing Phil to believe him, needing him to know that Clint would be by his side no matter what Fury had done to him.]

[He finally pulled back, panting and smiling for the first time in hours.]

If you're not careful, Son of Coul, I may ruin another of your suits if you keep kissing me like that. As sexy as you are in your suit, you're hella sexy out of it too.

[Phil was beginning to wonder if Fury had done something to shut down his brain so he couldn't get drunk when the full shot slides across the bar and into his hand. He looks over and sees a women sitting at the end of the bar. He raises the glass to her with a smile and downs the shot in one go.]

[She nods in acknowledgement and turns back to her glass, occasionally sneaking a furtive glance his way.]

[Phil switches to a tumbler full of whiskey and wanders over to sit beside her.]

Thanks for the shot....can I repay you?

She shakes her head, laughing softly. "No….it's not necessary; you merely looked in greater need of it than I did."

[A beat.]

"Louise Gardiner, Scotland Yard."

She proffers her hand.

He offers his hand and shakes hers. "Agent Phil Coluson, SHIELD, pleasure to meet you."

"SHIELD?" she queries, a bit dumbfounded. "But…..I received intel that….that……"

Her voice trails off, and her cheeks burn hotly.

"It--it doesn't matter," she says, offering a conciliatory smile.

"So even the Yard heard about the Battle then," Phil says his tone dry as dust.

"We…..unfortunately hear everything, Mr Coulson," she murmurs regretfully. "It's not my favourite aspect of being there," she concedes.

Pun intended, I hope?

... Sorry. Probably a bad time.

"I understand I have a great respect for the Yard and all who work there," he replies. "What brings you to....wherever we are?"

[Phil's eyes flare with sadness as the sight of Parker.]

A very bad time.

"This place? It's my usual local…..I normally come here after knocking off for the day. It's……..all I have, really," she replies with a shrug of her shoulders. "Nothing waiting for me at my flat besides more paperwork," she concedes with a chuckle. "I'm sure you understand."

"I have a bed on a plane...you at least have a flat," he points out.

[ Well that worries Pete. ]

Hey, are you okay?

She laughs, this time more heartily. "I'd give anything for a room on that plane, you know," she confesses. "Anything that has plumbing that works." She laughs again.

"I wouldn't call what we have plumbing....but the bar is very nice," he says with another smile.

No Parker know I'm not. I learned something about myself I can't take back ever.