"I wouldn't know. We're not speaking, apparently." Clint says, taking another pull of his beer.
"I catch myself dialin' her number four or five times a day before I stop myself and hang up. She knows where I am and how to find me. She's also the one who told me we couldn't be...us, anymore." Clint tells him.
"I got nothin' for that, Hank. The Skrulls did some pretty low-down crap to her, in addition to all the stuff she had to deal with before.
Not to mention I managed to not know that the woman I'd fallen in love with was really a Skrull in disguise. There's just so much wrong with us, I wouldn't know where to start." Clint says, the words spilling from him like a dam.
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