You need to think first
Genevieve sits on her bed. To pick out the shards of glass, in her fist.
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The door opens to Genevieve's door.
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"I thought you were done with me." Genevieve looks up at Clint.
"You could've picked a better way. To get everyone's attention." Clint says, grabbing Genevieve's wrist.
"I could've, but Tony wouldn't have listened." Genevieve shrugs, as Clint sits across from her.
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Clint picks out the glass from Genevieve's fist.
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"Ouch!" Genevieve complains.
"How's your scalp?" Clint asks, still picking glass.
"I have a headache. I'm sure it'll be tender all week." Genevieve shrugs.
"I think I got the last of the glass." Clint says, as he gets up to grab Genevieve's first aid kit.
"I can do this myself, you know." Genevieve huffs.
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Clint sits back down. He grabs an alcohol wipe, cleans Genevieve's wounds, and then he wraps her fist.
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"Thanks." Genevieve smiles, as Clint tapes off the bandages.
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"I'm serious about you, going in the field alone." Clint says as he stares at Genevieve.
"I know." Genevieve nods.
Clint nods and he leaves the room.
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Genevieve's phone starts beeping. She pulls it out of her pocket.
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"That didn't take long." Genevieve smiles.
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Genevieve goes to her closet to change.
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Genevieve changes into jeans, a loose t-shirt, and she tucks her black hair into a wig.