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Summary: As a senior in college, you kept your nose clean and never partied. You were at the top of your class, set to graduate with honors summa cum laude; unlike Clint Barton. In an effort to get a passing grade and graduate, he asked for your help. What could possibly go wrong?
Word Count: 907
Warnings: Language, fluff, possible smut, heavy angst [I’m sorry]
Author’s Note: I shouldn’t be this excited about how much angst there is. Something is wrong with me. GIF Credit [X]

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As soon as Clint walked into the classroom, Fury pulled Clint into his office.

“I’m not in trouble, am I?” Clint wondered, his nerves still frayed from the day before when he kissed Y/N.

“No, nothing like that,” Fury answered, rubbing at the skin around his eye patch. “It’s actually about Y/N.”

Panic swelled in Clint’s chest, making it hard to breathe. “What’s happened?”

Professor Fury gave a heaving sigh before saying, “There’s no easy way to say it, so I’ll just say it. Y/N is in the hospital.”

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