The smile that tugged on Clint's lips spoke volumes if he was honest with himself.
The prospect of getting Phil back filled him with a giddy feeling, regardless if he remembered Arkham or not. But Clint wouldn't let that get to him in the way of just pushing Bruce aside just because Phil had been there. They all shared a deeper bond now. It was a certain level of difficulty to have Clint forget something as profound as what they had together. Bruce was a closer friend because of it. Phil was more open because of it. And Clint? Clint was just happy with being involved with the two of them. Back in Arkham, Clint relied heavily on the support system that he had built that being able to have Bruce and Phil to lean back against kept him stable, happy, most importantly -- they kept him sane. When Phil was gone and he hadn't thought to ask Bruce, the one Avenger who he had grown closest too in Arkham whether or not he remembered. Clint had nothing and no one. He'd always been a loner before, but after everything. After being able to shed that skin and act like a human being for once. It was a lot that was taken away from him.
He figured it was a lot that was taken away from Bruce too. Clint had an irrational anger towards Tony whenever he saw him with Pepper. Whenever he remembered the cruel words that twisted out of the man, his hero's, mouth when it came to him that he didn't think he could work with him. Regardless of how dumbfounded Natasha seemed to be that the hero worship had disappeared in the course of one night (to her). But several months for Clint. Clint truly didn't want to focus on himself as much as he wanted to focus on Bruce. On Phil when they got him back.
There were not many people in the world that got that level of devotion from Clint when he wasn't ordered to take someone out, but rather did it on his own accord. Clint rose to his feet, grinning still as he pulled Bruce in for a chaste kiss. "Damn right we do, freckles." He chuckled a bit. "He'll remember. I know he'll remember. You two have a bond that transcends space and time and creepy alternate dimensions. And he loves you." Clint knew Phil would never forget that before moving to pick up Margarita, holding the chicken in his hands. "When do you wanna move out?"
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Date: 2012-09-20 05:11 am (UTC)The prospect of getting Phil back filled him with a giddy feeling, regardless if he remembered Arkham or not. But Clint wouldn't let that get to him in the way of just pushing Bruce aside just because Phil had been there. They all shared a deeper bond now. It was a certain level of difficulty to have Clint forget something as profound as what they had together. Bruce was a closer friend because of it. Phil was more open because of it. And Clint? Clint was just happy with being involved with the two of them. Back in Arkham, Clint relied heavily on the support system that he had built that being able to have Bruce and Phil to lean back against kept him stable, happy, most importantly -- they kept him sane. When Phil was gone and he hadn't thought to ask Bruce, the one Avenger who he had grown closest too in Arkham whether or not he remembered. Clint had nothing and no one. He'd always been a loner before, but after everything. After being able to shed that skin and act like a human being for once. It was a lot that was taken away from him.
He figured it was a lot that was taken away from Bruce too. Clint had an irrational anger towards Tony whenever he saw him with Pepper. Whenever he remembered the cruel words that twisted out of the man, his hero's, mouth when it came to him that he didn't think he could work with him. Regardless of how dumbfounded Natasha seemed to be that the hero worship had disappeared in the course of one night (to her). But several months for Clint. Clint truly didn't want to focus on himself as much as he wanted to focus on Bruce. On Phil when they got him back.
There were not many people in the world that got that level of devotion from Clint when he wasn't ordered to take someone out, but rather did it on his own accord. Clint rose to his feet, grinning still as he pulled Bruce in for a chaste kiss. "Damn right we do, freckles." He chuckled a bit. "He'll remember. I know he'll remember. You two have a bond that transcends space and time and creepy alternate dimensions. And he loves you." Clint knew Phil would never forget that before moving to pick up Margarita, holding the chicken in his hands. "When do you wanna move out?"