If Natasha wasn't looking out for Bruce, Clint would even more.
All he had in this world was the doctor. He had pretty much given up everything that made him...him. If he had formally resigned from SHIELD, he would have just gone back to prison so the loop around that made it easier for him to handle. Clint was just glad he didn't have much of anything to begin with. No civilian friends. He had lived on the helicarrier since he had first been recruited. He had absolutely zero social life compared to what Bruce had before his little incident that made him extra ordinary. When Clint had initially read his file, he was somewhat jealous of the guy. Then he felt a little bad for him. Bruce lost normalcy. He would have felt bad for anyone who had it once and it was snatched away from them. He never told Bruce that.
He thought it would have been too much salt on an old wound. He leaned back in the chair, kicking his feet up on the table as he watched Bruce look through the file. "She prefers strawberries 'n vodka if you wanna butter her up for anythin'. It's the simple pleasures in life for 'Tasha." Clint grinned as he watched him, folding his arms in front of his chest and nodding. "Apparently, Fury is still the most epic liar in the universe. I thought Loki was bad...but patchy still takes the cake. He was transported to one of SHIELD's medical facilities in the middle of nowhere."
Natasha had already scooped out the joint before bringing her findings to Clint. Apparently, she didn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Even then, she didn't want to tell Clint and get his hopes up over someone who could possibly be dead as Clint reached into his jacket, pulling out his handgun. He made a show of checking the clip before flipping the safety off. "Well, I dunno 'bout you. But 've always found breakin' into SHIELD facilities sort of a brisk exercise."
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Date: 2012-09-18 11:25 pm (UTC)All he had in this world was the doctor. He had pretty much given up everything that made him...him. If he had formally resigned from SHIELD, he would have just gone back to prison so the loop around that made it easier for him to handle. Clint was just glad he didn't have much of anything to begin with. No civilian friends. He had lived on the helicarrier since he had first been recruited. He had absolutely zero social life compared to what Bruce had before his little incident that made him extra ordinary. When Clint had initially read his file, he was somewhat jealous of the guy. Then he felt a little bad for him. Bruce lost normalcy. He would have felt bad for anyone who had it once and it was snatched away from them. He never told Bruce that.
He thought it would have been too much salt on an old wound. He leaned back in the chair, kicking his feet up on the table as he watched Bruce look through the file. "She prefers strawberries 'n vodka if you wanna butter her up for anythin'. It's the simple pleasures in life for 'Tasha." Clint grinned as he watched him, folding his arms in front of his chest and nodding. "Apparently, Fury is still the most epic liar in the universe. I thought Loki was bad...but patchy still takes the cake. He was transported to one of SHIELD's medical facilities in the middle of nowhere."
Natasha had already scooped out the joint before bringing her findings to Clint. Apparently, she didn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Even then, she didn't want to tell Clint and get his hopes up over someone who could possibly be dead as Clint reached into his jacket, pulling out his handgun. He made a show of checking the clip before flipping the safety off. "Well, I dunno 'bout you. But 've always found breakin' into SHIELD facilities sort of a brisk exercise."