Author's note: this is told from Hawkeye's, eh, eyes.
I had just finished my "training." I don't really think I need it; after all, I've been using my abilities in the field for a very long time. However, there are a few skills I do need to freshen up on; after all, Bruce is not the only one with a temper. Well, okay; so I don't become the Hulk when I get angry, but I almost blew up in all of my friends faces, including my girlfriend's. And, yes, I'm talking about Torunn. I'm almost certain that, after that performance, she doesn't even want to be around me, let alone kiss me in the place that seals the deal (and, yes, I'm talking on the lips).
Anyway, after training, I went to my room to see if I still had my Father's picture of my mother, the last thing I have left of my parents; well, other than my powers and certain traits. I did, but it didn't bring me any comfort; in fact, it made me remember all the things that I had done in the past to my fellow Avengers (which I won't go into at this time). It was then that I did something that I hadn't done sense my father died: I started to cry, slowly and softly, of course, but I was crying, none the less. I just didn't know what to do with myself after all the things I had done; I even said so. It was then that I felt two warm and strong arms wrap themselves around me.
I hadn't had a hug in so long that I started to cry even harder, which only increased the strength of the hug. Through the tears, I asked, "Who are you, and how long have you been with me here?" "It's me, Torunn, and I've been here all along," she said as she kissed my cheek. It was then that my crying slowed and that I said, "I'm sorry about how I've acted." To this she responded, in a whisper, "It's okay."
Now, like I've probably mentioned earlier, we've kissed before, but never on the place that seals the deal. But at that time, I knew it was okay; I kissed her right there, on the lips. She kissed back, and, although my problems weren't over, I was okay with it. After all, I had a whole bunch of good to look forward to. A few years later, Torunn and I would marry, and, a few years after that, we had a daughter; we named it Lightning Strike, aka, Asgauardian Archer, aka, Teresa Barton.
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