Wh-- did that just-- how did-- .... WHAT THE FUCK!
Kenzi was left staring at the empty space Clint had just been occupying, wide-eyed, shocked, and unable to process what had just happened. Did he really just--
She reached up slowly to touch her lips in a daze before shaking it off and clearing her throat, trying to play it off like nothing happened. But something did happen. Something she'd been hoping would happen for a really long time, but never thought it was actually possible. She wasn't Phil. No one could replace Phil. The memory of Phil Coulson had kept her from acting on any feelings she might have for Clint out of respect and love. But somewhere down the line her love for Clint had shifted from something into something more. And he just kissed her.
... and then LEFT!
Another shot. And then another. She sat alone at the bar until Bo was ready to go home and was quiet the entire way home. She went straight to her room and crashed, but she didn't sleep. Not really. Her mind was too focused on trying to sort things out to let her sleep. It was just a lot of tossing and turning and running on autopilot when she finally got up until she couldn't take it anymore.
She threw on her jacket and headed straight for Clint's place looking like some kind of sleep-deprived, slightly hungover zombie as she pounded on the glass door. Seriously. She was on the verge of hulking out, here. How could he just do that and leave?! Kenzi needed answers, and she was damn well gonna get them. By FORCE!
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Kenzi was left staring at the empty space Clint had just been occupying, wide-eyed, shocked, and unable to process what had just happened. Did he really just--
She reached up slowly to touch her lips in a daze before shaking it off and clearing her throat, trying to play it off like nothing happened. But something did happen. Something she'd been hoping would happen for a really long time, but never thought it was actually possible. She wasn't Phil. No one could replace Phil. The memory of Phil Coulson had kept her from acting on any feelings she might have for Clint out of respect and love. But somewhere down the line her love for Clint had shifted from something into something more. And he just kissed her.
... and then LEFT!
Another shot. And then another. She sat alone at the bar until Bo was ready to go home and was quiet the entire way home. She went straight to her room and crashed, but she didn't sleep. Not really. Her mind was too focused on trying to sort things out to let her sleep. It was just a lot of tossing and turning and running on autopilot when she finally got up until she couldn't take it anymore.
She threw on her jacket and headed straight for Clint's place looking like some kind of sleep-deprived, slightly hungover zombie as she pounded on the glass door. Seriously. She was on the verge of hulking out, here. How could he just do that and leave?! Kenzi needed answers, and she was damn well gonna get them. By FORCE!