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Despite not having many exes, Karen always had a talent for running into them in New York City. She had never decided whether that was a good thing or a very terrible twist of fate, but seeing Clint Barton really wasn’t a surprise. On the bright side, their breakup hadn’t been as devastating as the one with Matt. Their relationship had been fun, but ultimately, Karen knew it wouldn’t last. She’d always treasured honesty, and like Matt, it was clear that Clint was hiding something. Unlike Matt, she and Clint hadn’t been best friends before getting together, and that made the blow much easier to handle. As her mother always said, there was no use crying over spilled milk. Clint had deserved someone that would cry over the loss, of course, but Karen always believed that Clint was aware their days as a couple were short-lived, too. Why else would be claim to be visiting, ‘Um, Thailand!’ whenever she inquired about his travel plans. In retrospect, that was incredibly suspicious.
With her coffee in hand, Karen slipped her notebooks and laptop into her briefcase and sat down across from Clint. The cafe was small, but never overly crowded, and she assumed catching up there wouldn’t draw many listening years. New York was always bustling, and not everyone was like, hoping to hear information that could lead her to answers about President Doom. “Hi,” Karen greeted, placing her things on Clint’s table with a mind. “Mind if I sit here? I bet you’re mourning over not being in, hm… Canada anymore, right? They wouldn’t have had this problem.” ‘This problem’ was unfortunately the entire displacement of their city, but Karen made it sound downplayed, almost manageable when phrased that way.
