I don't like to talk too much about my relationship with Clint. In fact, I don't like to talk about Clint. There are several reasons but the biggest is the fact that we both know how right we are for each other but how wrong we are when we're together. I know that sounds silly but we tried. Even after the divorce we tried.
If you don't know, Clint and I got married nine days after we met. And I'm the one who suggested it. Crazy, right? I mean, it wasn't like a drunken thing or two crazy kids wanting to run away together but we spent those nine days taking down Crossfire. And in the process we almost killed each other. Our marriage seemed perfect, two spies fighting side by side and working for the Avengers. But despite everything Clint couldn't handle the fact that I let someone die. That was the thing. The Avengers didn't kill unless it was absolutely unavoidable. So our relationship became strained and I left. I know. It was dumb to run away but I needed space. Space to heal and think.
When I decided to come back and ask Clint for a divorce I was kidnapped by Skrulls. You all pretty much know that story so I'm just going to skip to when I started the World Counter-Terrorism Agency and Clint joined my team. It was a bad idea from the beginning. Not only was he on my team but we had decided to start dating and give our relationship another try. Until the Phantom Rider showed up. Lincoln Slade's spirit possesed his great niece and they came after me. Well, she hired Crossfire and came after Clint and I. (CIC)