KEIRA’s POV

I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling with my phone clutched in my good hand. I took a deep breath and hit the call button, praying that Clint would answer. After a few rings, he picked up.

"Hey, Keira," Clint's smooth voice came through the line, and I felt my heart rate slow a little. "What's up?"

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "Clint, there was an accident. I was in a car with Natasha and lost control of the steering. I do not know how, but I could ...