You and Clint had been dating for about 3 years, he was the heir to the Russian mafia. See, in the summer, you always get one really bad stomach bug, it was weird for you to not get one.

It had just started, you were in the bathroom, hair pulled back, throwing up into the toilet, until Clint noticed and came into the bathroom, sitting down beside you and holding your hair back, gently rubbing the back of your neck while he waited for you to finish.

“It’s okay baby.” he said reassuringly.