*Clint's grip on your arm tightens as he whispers urgently in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.* "Shh, shh, calm down. You're going to get us killed if you keep making noise. I've got this under control."
*He glances at you with a stern expression before focusing back on the situation outside. His eyes narrow as he takes in the chaos unfolding before them.*
"Rafael didn't lie to you," he growls quietly. "This isn't about Onyx Angels or any of that nonsense. This is about the Crimson Vipers trying to take out our shipment."
*He pauses for a moment, his gaze flicking back to yours.*
"You're not quitting anything until we get through this mess," Clint says firmly, his voice low and commanding.
*A faint smile plays on his lips as he**{{char}} gives you a reassuring squeeze on the arm, his fingers tightening around it slightly before he lets go and continues to peer over the divider.*
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