#clintxpepper

[secondalto]

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From the story I'm currently writing a Clint/Pepper soul mate AU (FYI Clint calls her Ginny, or Gin, instead of Pepper).

“You know I love you, Gin, right?” he said, grabbing the hand that had been on his face and kissing it.

She choked out, “I do now, you sap.” Her own tears were now forming.

“You’re the best damn thing to happen to this hick town. To a boy from the wrong side of the tracks, metaphorically.”

She couldn’t figure out what he was trying to say.

He pressed his head to her knee. “Weren’t for you, Gin, don’t know if I’d stayed this long.”

“You’re not going anywhere, Clinton Francis Barton.”

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break me; Draft (@hawkeyeview) not sure if angst xD

Voicemail recieved on tuesday at 3.05 am. 'Clint, baby... Please pick up. Please I need you. Tony... Tony's dead... I...I need you. Please call me back. Clint... Please. I can't handle this on my own... I love you...'

3 new text messages from Pep * I need you. Don't leave. Not now. Please call me back. * I can't handle this... Everything reminds me of him. I need to get away from here. Please come get me. * Did I do something wrong? Clint...I'm sorry. I need you. Come back.

"Who's girlfriend are you?! Mine or his?!" Clint motioned to the picture of Tony and her which was on the wall. He had barged in there after hearing Tony died. What he found however was not what he had expected. The tv kept repeating interviews Tony had done. Tony's black sabbath shirt was in her hands pressed to her nose. His iron man mask layed besides her at her feet. On the table in front of her was a glass of whiskey. Tears had caused her make-up to run down her cheeks. Her hair was a mess with only half of it still left in it's original poneytail. He hadn't meant to get angry at her. Tony had been her best friend. How could he get angry at Pepper for that?

No, what got him angry was her saying that she had lost her only reason to live. That's what had riled him up. "W-what?" Her tear streaked face turned to look at him in despair. "You heard me Pepper. I'm the one you're dating and yet you don't find me good enough to live for!" He felt betrayed. Used. Neglected. "Clint... What are you... talking about?" "You know what I mean! We've been together for a while now and yet there is no picture of us together anywhere!" There were pictures of the Avengers. Pictures of her with Tony, Bruce, Natasha.. Heck! There was even a picture of her and Loki! "You feel uncomfortable with people knowing we're together! And Tony, oh god! you let him talk to you in any way he wants! You let him touch you. You put him in the first place, Pep. Tony comes before me in your list! So tell me, why?"

The young woman had no answer to this. She knew she wasn't completely his. A part of her heart would always belong to Tony Stark and he knew it. "Just as I thought...." Clint scoffed and shook his head. "It's over, Virginia. We're through." With those words he left leaving a completely broken woman behind him.