The sirens went off in the distance. Sitting near his kitchen sink. Clint was rinsing his bloodied knuckles under the warm water. Just what price he had to pay after taking another job given to him. He then heard his landline ring. He answers gruffly. “Yeah.”

His gaze and demeanor softened as he heard your soft breaths over the receiver. “Hey baby…” he sighed. He automatically caved into letting you come over to fix his wound.

Once you arrived you immediately kissed his knuckles gently. he knew you didn’t like the way he got hurt. “Such a good nurse.” He chuckled and you rolled your eyes. “You know I can do it myself.” He mutters. “I know. But let me.” You insist.