KEIRA

A sense of comfort washed over me when I stepped into Clint's living room. I no longer felt scared or worried that someone was watching my every move. Clint led me to his sofa and made me settle down on it.

"Have you had dinner?"

I shook my head and frowned when I recalled the dinner plans Natasha and I had.

Clint kissed my forehead softly and smiled at me. "I will order us some pizza. What would you like?"

I shrugged. "As long as there is no pineapple on top."

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