“Who are you really… Barton?”
He’s been found out. He knew all along ever since he met him that he would be caught. Budapest, SHIELD, Romanoff - he’d eventually find out, he just never knew it would happen this quickly. The heavy, aggravated sigh that escaped through Clint’s nose made the tension between them grow. The gun in his hand grew heavier, his finger twitching just above the trigger; it was aimed directly at Ethan. Killing him was part of the plan; it was what he was supposed to do. He could have killed him right there and get it over with. Just one pull of the trigger and a call to Fury could have mean that he could go home.
Ethan stared at Barton, his tired eyes pleading for answers and he was going to die trying to have Barton spit them out. They had worked together for weeks; they had worked as a team. Clint was beginning to think that Hunt wasn’t a threat to SHIELD. It was at that moment that Clint lowered the gun from Hunt, staring down at the machine that fit in the palm of his hand. He was going to negotiate with him. He was going to end this the way that he wanted to end this, not the way SHIELD wanted him to end it.
“We all have our secrets.”