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~Clints POV~
Three months. It’d been three months since she left. Clint was still a mess. He hadn’t seen her once, even though he KNEW she was in the building. It’s not that he didn’t try to see her. But the whole fucking building was against him. If he got too close to Darcy JARVIS would either notify her so she could make an escape, or would just lock down the room until he went away. Clint was either about to tear out his hair or tear out all of JARVIS’s wiring with his bare hands.
After Darcy left Clint tracked down her at her apartment. He had taken some flowers and actually dressed up a little. He wanted her back. After opening the door she promptly closed it in his face again before he could utter a word. After throwing the flowers at her front door he stomped off and got completely shit faced drunk.
So, the obvious solution to that was to go BACK to her door and holler at her through it. Darcy never answered though. Didn’t matter to Clint though. He confessed everything to her through that door. How he didn’t plan on him and Natasha falling into bed. How he couldn’t explain why it happened and why it continued happening. Clint told her how he’d stopped seeing Natasha as well as working with her. He told Darcy through that damn door how much he loved her. How waking up every morning without her in his arms was slowly carving his insides out.
After a while of quiet Clint was convinced that she wasn’t on the other side. That was until Steve showed up to help him back to the tower. Before the super soldier could cart him away Clint laid his forehead against the door.
“Please baby. Please just talk to me. I love you, I miss you. You can’t just leave me hanging. You owe me at least a conversation…..”
Steve just shook his head as he led Clint towards the elevator.
“I’m pretty sure she doesn’t owe you anything Clint.”
“………Shut up Cap.”
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That’d been two months ago. And still no sight of Darcy. Clint took another drink from his beer and stared at the wall from the couch he was sprawled on.
“JARVIS, can you play the video of Darcy from Christmas last year?”
There was a slight pause from the AI.
“Are you sure that’s a wise choice sir?”
“Just run the fucking video!”
The video began to play and Clint sighed with a slight smile on his face. This was the only way he could view Darcy in any way. He’d asked for current video feed, but was refused. That had resulted in a few broken things around his now empty and lonely rooms. Taking another drag of his beer he settled into a more comfortable position and prepared for another long night without Darcy.
(Just a note, while writing this I was listening to ride of the valkyries and the star wars theme song….just sayin)