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Picture isn't what is going I just it was cute!

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Client's POV

As I run off down the stairs I crash in to something ..no wait not something , someone.

"Hey what the..." My voice trails off as glaze up to the person I so blindly ran into.

"I bet you didn't see that coming" that smooth Sokovian voice is unmistakable. Pietro Maximoff.

"WHAT THE HELL YOUR DEAD AND I HAVE GONE CRAZY!!! I SPOKE AT YOUR FUNERAL. I SAW THEM PUT YOUR DAMN CASKET IN THE GROUND AND BURY IT!" I scream as push past shoving him in the process. This can't be real I am just upset. I am seeing things. No I felt him when I shoved him. I heard his voice. I know it is him. I sob as hard as possible. I fall to my knees. Tears streaming from my face.

"Clint please come down. I'm real your not crazy." He says rushing over to me kneeling next to me. I mange to stop crying.

"You selfish bastard ,how could you? I haven't stopped crying myself to sleep since you died saving me" I feel the sting of more tears threatening to spill over. I push my self up. He stands. He ends in front of me. I keep my head facing the ground not daring to look at the man I have come to know as dead.

"I'm so sorry I didn't know how you would feel if you knew I wasn't dead. I knew you'd be mad but I guess it would have better to it sooner. I would have come back sooner but I couldn't risk being seen by Doom." he states running his hand through hair. I hadn't notice what his was wearing before but now its so apparent. He is wearing his running suit. Wait Doom?

"Doom? What hell does he have do with this?" I shout trying keep calm.

"Clint he said if he didn't see me die he would have killed you and my sister. In the worst way possible. I couldn't let that happen not after I found out how.." He pauses thinking of something else to say then what he thinking. It written all over his face. He continued "how much better it is to have a friend and be on the good side instead of the one that's gonna destroy the world." As he finishes he laughs nervously. I frown.

'Damn he doesn't feel the same as me' I think as I stare at my feet with frown on my face.

"YOU SHOULD'VE LET HIM KILL ME!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I never take my gaze from the floor as I step away from him. I fight the urge to look up. I can feel confusion and anger fill the room.

"Clint I know your upset but that's to far." He says as the hurt escapes as the words come out. I didn't hurt him? He is the one who made think I lost someone I cared so heavily for!

"You have no idea what you put me through. I spoke at your funeral and burst in tears in front of everyone. I haven't been ok since I watched you die. I watched your sister place one half of a heart necklace on your casket. Me and her both received folded avenger flags at the party the whole city had in your honor. Every flag was lowered in all of the U.S.A. because we all thought we had lost someone so important to us " as speak I feel every feeling, every memorie and every tear rush into my mind.

"I know I was there. You must know I when I saw you burst into tears I wanted to rush up there and hug you and tell I'm still here don't waste you tears on me. It tore me apart not being able to help you through any of that. I missed you so much." When he started talking my head shot. I looked straight at him. I saw the pain. I watching as tears rolled down his cheeks. As he fell to his knees in defeat.

I walked over to him an knelt next him. With out thinking. I hugged him so tight and I did something I never thought I'd to do.

I leaned in and placed my lips on his kissing him.

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There you guys go. What do you think will happen next. Leave comments letting me know what you think. Bye guys I will see we you guys tomorrow.

AK

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