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[arrowminded]

Clint's been having one hell of a bad night, but then he's been having them for about five years now, and it doesn't show any sign of stopping now. Even with half the population gone, cleaning up the criminal organizations of the world has been a non-stop task, like getting rid of termites. It's okay; he knew it was ambitious when he started. Or maybe he should just call it what it really is: just plain crazy. But the work keeps him from thinking too hard about anything else, has done for this long.

He had to know eventually it'd catch up with him. He just didn't expect it to be Nat who finally made it happen.

He sees her, standing there in the rain watching him as he fights the shateigashira, her expression not even angry or hostile but only disappointed, and everything comes back to him. Everything he's spent the last half decade running from. He falters, unable to wrap his brain around the idea that she's really here, she found him, and now whatever comes next is going to involve a hell of a lot of consequence. And that's all the yakuza gang leader needs to get the upper hand, slicing him neatly in the torso with his tanto knife before taking off further down the alley.

Clint swears softly and drops to one knee, but he's far from done. Slipping the combat knife out of his ankle sheath, he throws it with a grunt of effort, barely taking the time to aim. The knife still hits the man squarely in the back and then he, too, drops. The difference is he's not moving. Clint's already on his feet, one hand wrapped around his waist, staggering toward the shateigashira's body to retrieve the knife. And to finish the job, if it needs it.

He glances back, though, just to see if Nat's still there or if she's vanished, maybe now with him in her sights. Or if he imagined her to begin with. He can't decide what would be better and what would be worse.