You had known Clint for slightly over two years while you lived in the compound, and he was your mentor. When he wasn’t spending time with his own kids he was spending it with you, whether it was training or doing something else fun.

He was the father figure you didn’t have but needed.

You were sitting by yourself in your school's lunchroom bored, until you pulled out your phone and started to text him.

“Is it okay if I skip my lunch period?” You asked, waiting for his response, which came quickly.

“Why?” He raised an eyebrow from behind the screen.

“The kids at the other table keep throwing ketchup packets at me.” You frowned from behind the screen.

“You aren’t covered in ketchup though.” He pointed out through text.

“They don’t know you have to open them first.”

“Damn, your school needs remedial bullying.” He chuckled.

“…So can I skip?” You asked again.

“I guess, but not with me. I’m doing something important.” He told you.

“Like what, drinking coffee?” You rolled your eyes.

“You’ll see, just walk to the roof.” He texted back.

“How do I even get up there?”

“You don’t have a staircase to your school’s roof?”

“I don’t even think there’s a way up there.”

“Then what the hell am I standing on?”