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The Agent's Daughter

You Love Me?

"You love me?” I asked him, with a faint smile on my lips. He smiled at me and nodded. “I love you too…It took me a while to figure out what I was feeling for you, but I know now…” I said, as I kissed him once more. I pulled back after. He smiled at me, and then he frowned. “What’s wrong?” I asked, sounding concerned. “What’s wrong?” He asked me. “What do you mean?” I asked, curiously. “Your eyes are red…What’s wrong? What did Loki do to you?” I stood up, and walked away from the bed. Tears leaking from my eyes. “Maddy??” He asked, sounding concerned. “He killed him…” I said, with my back to him still. I heard him walk up behind me. “Who, Maddy?” He asked, gently. “My…my…dad…” He touched my shoulder.

“Who was?” “A…age…nt… Coulson…” I sobbed. Clint turned me around so that I would be facing him. I had tears pouring down my face, my vision was blurred. “Maddy, you’re Coulson’s daughter…?” I nodded, with tears still pouring down my face. “Maddy……” He said, soothingly. He wrapped me in a warm and loving hug. As soon as my head hit his chest, I broke out in more sobs, he stroked my hair, and he kissed the top of my forehead. His arms were protectively wrapped around me. He held me like that for a few minutes, until I stopped sobbing. He looked into my eyes, and said,

“I won’t let him hurt you Maddy, I almost lost you once, and I’m not going to lose you again…” He said, as he kissed my forehead, that’s when he noticed something on my forehead, and he frowned again. “What’s wrong?” I asked. Responding, he gently touched the corner of my forehead. “Did I do this to you?” He asked. “No, I got it when the Hulk was chasing me…” I said, truthfully. He let go of me, and he got a damp towel, and dabbed at my cut. While he was doing that, he kept smiling at me, keeping me from crying. When he was done, he left to go to the bathroom to rinse out the towel, as soon as he walked into the bathroom, Cap walked in. “Time to go…” He simply stated.

“Go where?” I asked. “I’ll tell you on the way. Can you fly on of those jets?” He asked. Clint then appeared out of the bathroom, and he said, “I can…” Steve looked at me, and I nodded. “You got a suit?” He asked the both of us. “Yeah…” We both answered. “Then suit up…”