KEIRA’s POV

I slammed the door shut behind me, feeling a sense of regret wash over me. Clint's invitation was tempting, and I would have jumped at it before he even asked, but my promise to Natasha kept ringing in my head.

I was barely at home most of the time, and she had asked that we eat dinner together, seeing as it had been a long time since we had done that. I let out a sigh and removed my bag from my shoulder.

As I approached the living room, I heard Natasha's voice ...