Date: 2012-09-04 04:56 pm (UTC)
greenisnteasy: (:\ oh wow i am so impressed)
"I was kidding about the postcard." Really, Clint? Now he's almost sure this isn't his Clint after all; isn't he well-versed in Bruce's sass by now? It's Bruce's true second language.

He can't be sure, but when Clint's eyes meet Bruce's, and there's a second where they're hovering near, Bruce's hand on his arm... There's a heat there, isn't there, but it's less the heat and more the spark of a connection, of recognition. It's there for a moment before Bruce shies away from it; finding himself free of it, it's easier to doubt that he saw anything there. If Clint were his Clint, wouldn't he have said something? Not that Bruce did...

He turns to his bag and catches sight of a body lying nearby. Sure, they were all here to do something terrible to him no doubt, but Bruce isn't a murderer. No, but that's Clint's job, isn't it? Being reminded of his job sets Bruce's jaw, and he comes back more focused, dabbing carefully at Clint's arm.

"What's the risk, anyway? Is this how SHIELD's letting me know they're still watching and 'helping?'" He hasn't caught on that Clint isn't with SHIELD anymore.
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