There was a slight expectancy that he would stop what he was doing and leave. That he didn't remember what had happened or he wasn't the person that Clint thought (hoped) he had been. He had hoped for months. Hope wasn't something SHIELD agents used in their vocabulary but Clint used it every time he told himself that it would just be better to turn back and keep on going. It wasn't by much that he had gotten there -- people traveled with not a clue about what they wanted to do with their lives. But those people and Clint Barton weren't to be lumped together. He traveled because he held out the hope that there was someone still out there that he trusted more than Natasha, more than SHIELD, more than anything in his life. Not the individual they had buried, but the one who had disappeared into the window and took everything else Clint knew in life. He assumed this was just a defense mechanism. The possibility of Bruce not knowing Arkham was still very much in the air seeing as how Clint had gone without even asking him in the first place if he ever knew what Arkham was.
Horrible recon on his part. But he didn't have much of a choice when Bruce had left. If he had tracked Bruce down using SHIELD, they would be able to keep tabs on him. But as far as Clint was concerned, he was continuously setting up ways to block them from finding where he was and Fury was already suspecting other individuals for sabotage. All he really had to do was turn to Clint and he would know.
"Honestly...if I was smart I woulda stayed with SHIELD. It woulda been easier to track you, but someone kept fuckin' with their tracking system whenever they got even remotely close." Clint wonders who that could have been. Clint sucked in a breath, hiding the smirk on his face. For about five seconds before showing it anyway. He was typically proud of his work -- he wouldn't allow for someone to take the credit for protecting someone he lov--protecting someone. Clint stared at him for a moment, watching him. He had asked everyone but Bruce. And everyone just stared at him like an idiot he figured he might as well just ask away and get ready to cut ties.
"Do you know about Arkham, freckles?" The nickname should've said it all really. Clint only called him that when he had been flirting with him back at that...place. All that was going through Clint's mind was pleasesayyespleasesayyes.
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Horrible recon on his part. But he didn't have much of a choice when Bruce had left. If he had tracked Bruce down using SHIELD, they would be able to keep tabs on him. But as far as Clint was concerned, he was continuously setting up ways to block them from finding where he was and Fury was already suspecting other individuals for sabotage. All he really had to do was turn to Clint and he would know.
"Honestly...if I was smart I woulda stayed with SHIELD. It woulda been easier to track you, but someone kept fuckin' with their tracking system whenever they got even remotely close." Clint wonders who that could have been. Clint sucked in a breath, hiding the smirk on his face. For about five seconds before showing it anyway. He was typically proud of his work -- he wouldn't allow for someone to take the credit for protecting someone he lov--protecting someone. Clint stared at him for a moment, watching him. He had asked everyone but Bruce. And everyone just stared at him like an idiot he figured he might as well just ask away and get ready to cut ties.
"Do you know about Arkham, freckles?" The nickname should've said it all really. Clint only called him that when he had been flirting with him back at that...place. All that was going through Clint's mind was pleasesayyespleasesayyes.