Chapter 46: Stay out of my head!

                                    

                                          
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  "Mr. Barton, there seems to be-"
                          
  "Friday, what have i told you about calling me 'Mr. Barton?'"
                          
  "My apologizes, Sir Clint, the better God of archery, but there appears to be an imminent threat reported from your instagram direct messages," Friday corrected herself with only a bit of disgust in her mechanical voice. 
                          
  Clint frowned and reached for his phone. "More threatening than the ones i usually get?" He asked. 
                          
  "It appears the perpetrator has access to top secret information about your personal life, Sir Clint, the better God of-"
                          
  "I get it. Okay," Clint cut the A.I. off and unlocked his phone, going into his Instagram and swiping over to his dms. One of the most recent ones had a red flag emblem next to the account name, courtesy of Friday. Clint clicked on it. 
                          
@fuck_myboh: I know of ur secret life with ur  wife and three kids. If u don't leave the Avengers asap I'll post this info to the world and completely reveal ur identity as well as theirs.
                          
  Clint's brows furrowed in confusion as he read the message over and over again. 
                          
I know of your secret life...
                          
...ur wife and three kids...
                          
...leave the Avengers...
                          
...I'll post this info to the world...
                          
  Clint felt his heart stop when he finally processed what was being said. His mind reeled as panic flooded his system. Who is @fuck_myboh? How do they know that? What do they want from me? He clicked on their profile in hopes of getting some answers to his questions just to find that @fuck_myboh didn't exist anymore. The account had been deleted. 
                          
  "Friday, can you tell Natasha to come to my room?" Clint said, his voice sounding far away as he stood up. The world tilted beneath his feet, the ceiling becoming one with the floor. He walked between them, feeling out of his body as he made his way to his bedroom. He'd never felt this kind of fear before-the kind that not only made it feel like the world was ending, but that you'd be the only one left standing when it was all over. 
                          
  Clint reaches his bedroom just as Nat comes jogging down the hallway, red hair splashing behind her like a cascade of red paint. The two spies meet eyes, two shades of blue colliding to make a shade so dark the stars didn't even shine in its foreground. 
                          
  Nat's face fell immediately. "What's wrong?" She asked. 
                          
  Clint couldn't form the words. He twisted his doorknob and gestured her inside. 
                          
  Natasha asked again once the door was closed behind them. "Clint, what's wrong?"
                          
  Clint showed her the message on his phone. Her eyes scanned the screen, reading and absorbing and hopefully forming a plan. He waited for the same look of panic he felt to come to her face but it never did. 
                          
  Nat pursed her lips together. "Have you tried tracking the account-?"
                          
  "They deleted it," Clint said with a shake of his head. "And you know Instagram with their new privacy terms. @fuck_myboh is gone forever."
                          
  The redhead frowned. "So that means you can't reply to them either?"
                          
  Clint shook his head again.