Announcement: So, the main point of this chapter is to let you know that MOLLY'S HALF OF THE SEQUEL IS UP! It's entitled "Living Memory," but I'm not too sold on it, so if you have any good ideas that have to do with memory and/or forgetting or just something you feel encapsulates Molly & Clint I'm open to suggestion. I was also considering Muscle Memory, but it doesn't work as well as Second Wind or Parting Shot.

Aaaannyway, it's up, and you should go over and read it. Also, for your trouble of having to click to a new story, here's a scene that was originally supposed to end Parting Shot, but then I came up with the idea for the sequel and switched things around (like Molly had no memory of being attacked or involved whatsoever), so it was ultimately cut.

Cut Scene

Molly looked up from the display cabinet, hearing a small tinkle from the bell above the door. A man stood just inside the door, taking off his sunglasses and putting them in the pocket of his dark leather jacket. He was not her usual type of customer. It wasn't just the leather jacket that gave it away—he wore a fitted plain black t-shirt on with almost black jeans. It was his face—it was lined as if he'd been through a war. And despite the jacket's attempt to conceal it, he was obviously muscular.

"This is Monarch Bakery?" His voice was low, and it made her toes curl. Her cheeks flushed at the reaction. It was too early for her to have that sort of feeling towards a complete stranger.

"Yes, sir," she smiled over the counter.

"I've heard you've got great cupcakes here." He walked further into the room and over to her.

"The best." It was then, with him close, that she recognized him.

He was Hawkeye.

He had been on TV defeating those Evorsor creatures and the Chitauri earlier on. He was an Avenger. There was an Avenger in her shop. Well, Kim's shop. Beth and "O Captain! My Captain!" ("The biggest Captain America fan site in the country!") could eat her heart out. None of the Avengers ever came to her restaurant or sat at one of her tables. A small part of her felt guilty for being so petty, but it was a very small part.

"Great," he grinned, pulling Molly out of her thoughts and focusing in on his eyes. They were staring at her intensely as if there was something he wanted to say to her. Molly kept eye contact, waiting. "If I wanted to order some for later, is there a form I need to fill out?"

"I have one in the back, I'll just go get it," Molly said, turning around and biting the inside of her lip to keep from smiling. She had an Avenger in her store and he was incredibly attractive and he was about to get Beth off of her back for at least the next month.

Molly walked to the back and grabbed an order form as well as a catering brochure. If she could get herself into an Avengers party…he idea of seeing Beth's face at the announcement made her almost gleeful. She came out of the back with the papers and found him bent over the display cases.

"Love Bites?" he asked, probably hearing her walking in. "That's a little risqué." Molly felt the color rising in her cheeks.

"The name sticks in your head though," she commented. "Do you want to try one?" He looked up from the case pinning her with his blue eyes. The look he gave her sent a shiver up her spine. Yes, I would like a love bite. No, not the cupcake. The color stayed in her cheeks.

"I'll take a dozen."

"It's a dark chocolate cupcake with a cherry filling. The icing is dark chocolate as well with some cherry liquor in it and a cherry on top. It's probably my favorite thing to make and to eat." The humble brag slipped out before she could catch it. She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She didn't get star struck when she met Chris Pine or Matt Damon, and they were both just as good looking.

"You make the cupcakes?"

"I make pretty much everything," she busied herself looking down at the order from to write down the cupcakes. "Can I have a name for this order?"

"Clint," he provided, coming to the counter and looking over the paper with her. He was close, and maybe it would have been uncomfortably so if he wasn't so attractive. "Barton." Her heart was pounding as she focused in on making sure her hand didn't shake as she wrote down his name or laid the pen down on the counter. She looked up at him, and he looked at her. His eyes. They were different from earlier. It looked like he was almost hurt. She quickly looked back down at that paper.

"Would you like this for delivery or pick up?"

"Delivery would be great," he said, slowly.

"No problem. And what day and time would you like these ready for?"

"What time do you close?"

"We close here at five, but if you need the cupcakes for later in the evening, we usually make them right before close and deliver them around six to six thirty," Molly answered keeping her eyes on the paper.

"Saturday at six sounds great then."

Molly jotted it down and then, despite herself, looked up at him. "Also, just, in the future, if you find yourself truly impressed with the cupcakes, we do catering. I'm not going to make you sit through the whole spiel, but if you're interested, this brochure can explain it a lot better than I can," she said, handing it over to him.

He took it from her, looking at the cover. "I'll definitely have to keep this in mind." He slipped it in his pocket.

"Great," she turned back to the form at hand. "Can I have your phone number?" She paused, looking back up at him and mutely gesturing at the form. He smiled and rattled it off. Molly quickly recorded it, looking at the number in full on the page. It probably wasn't his personal phone number. There was no way he would just give that out. But, whatever number this was she had it memorized. She could reach him.

"Address?"

"Stark Tower." That was enough. Everyone knew where Stark Tower was. It was as if he said, "Please take this to Grand Central Station." Only, more people knew where Stark Tower was than where Grand Central Station was.

"Ok, and are there any food allergies that I should worry about? Gluten free? Vegan? Nuts?" He shook his head.

"And would you like anything else besides the Love Bites? For pre-orders we do dozens and half dozens of the same kind. You can also order an assorted dozen or half of whatever we have that day."

"I'll take half a dozen of the assorted, and what's the Avenger?" he had a small smirk. Molly's stomach flipped.

"It's a very dark chocolate cupcake with a smaller milk chocolate cupcake inside of it. The icing is a light whipped cocoa cream underneath a dark chocolate shell." There was also a white candied "A" on it. She had found the recipe in one of her pants' pocket a few weeks ago. The funny thing was, she didn't have any memory writing it down. And she remembered everything.

"I'll take a dozen of those too, and a half dozen Sucker Punches." His eyes were shining a little as he said it. They had that look back in them too. The sort of distant sadness.

"That's our lemon cupcake with a sweet cream cheese icing though," she informed, her brow slightly furrowing..

"Sounds delicious." He noticed the look on her face and smiled. She smiled back.

"Can I get you anything else today?"

"I think that's it."

Molly punched it into the register as he took out his card. "Ok, your total is $54.44." She took his card, their fingers brushing together before he let go. Molly ran it through before offering it back. "Thank you for your order Mr. Barton."

"Clint," he corrected her taking the card back.

"Clint." She repeated. The name rolled off her tongue easily. It just felt right. As if she'd called him that before. She was going crazy. He stared at her hard as she said his name, as if he wanted to say something to her. "I'm Molly," he introduced herself

"Nice to meet you, Molly." He responded. Molly's stomach flipped. "Have a good one." He turned to walk out the door. He crossed the bakery. He had his hand on the doorknob.

"Clint?" she called out, a tinge of hopefulness in her voice. She just couldn't stop herself. He turned around quickly, eyes slightly wide. "I know this is a weird question, because you don't really know me—" a shadow passed over his face as he took a step towards her. "But, can I have a picture with you?" he looked surprised and a little bit confused. Molly quickly filled in the gaps. "It's just, this girl Beth thinks she's all that because Captain America saved her… and a bunch of other people even though she didn't ever bring up that part. I'd kind of like to hear her shut up about it."

"Sure," he said, walking over. He didn't seem as excited as he had when he turned around. She dusted off her hands, as if they were dirty and took her cell phone out of her pocket.

"I'm sorry, I hate selfies, but I don't have a real camera on me."

"It's not a problem." He put an arm around her, sending tingles up her spine and down through her toes at the same time. She put her arm around his waist, conservatively she might add, and he tensed a little bit. He was uncomfortable. She felt terrible.

Molly held up the phone, estimated where their faces were and clicked the picture. She let go of him, and his grip on her loosened as she looked at the picture. Not too bad. Both their faces were in it. She stared at the picture hard. It was like part of a dream coming back to her. Her heart pounded and suddenly it was hard to breathe. This was unbelievably stupid. She turned around, hiding her face and took a few deep breaths as she pretended to send the picture. "Thank you."

"Can I see it?" he asked from behind her.

"Oh, of course." She turn around and offered her phone.

He held it up and looked at it, mumbling something that sounded like, "Fury's going to kill me." She didn't understand, and looked around the shop so he didn't feel like she was staring at him. And then she noticed him typing something into her phone.

He handed it back with a small smile. "I hope you don't mind, I sent it to myself. It's a good picture." Molly opened her mouth to say something but nothing came.

He smiled slightly. "I'll see you Saturday, Molly."

"Yeah," she said, breathlessly, looking from her phone back to him. "See you Saturday."