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“Figures. Makes sense. Far as I’ve learned, those kinds of feelings don’t go away,” Clint replied. God. Everything about this trip, watching Natasha and Yelena—his mind kept bouncing right back to Barney, like a fucking boomerang. What it felt like to be left behind, and, yeah, understand why. But never really get over it, anyway. God knew he was still raw, sometimes more, sometimes less, when he ran into Barney. Even if he was pretty sure that his brother couldn’t or wouldn’t kill him. He’d bank on the first, though he’d really like to believe the second. “Think you two’ll ever live in some kind of harmony?” he asked, almost wistful.
Yelena made a non-committal sound in the back of her throat. Perhaps they would dull now. Quiet into something more manageable now that her sister was here and solid and real. She hoped they wouldn't solidify into a long-standing resentment. His next question came after a beat of silence, a moment where they seemed to both be lost in their own thoughts, and so she took a second to turn it over in her head. "Potentially. The Red Room did not encourage harmony but I would like it to be possible."

















