Clint scowled when Phil made sure the safety was on. When he pulled the clip out of the gun he felt his heart sink. "No, Phil you have too. Please." He was begging, it sounded as pitiful as it felt as he stepped a little closer to him. He wanted it to be by someone who gave him some sort of freedom from the world he had grown up in. He wanted it to be from someone who made him feel the hope Phil had. No one else came to mind but Phil. Barney had...the situation was changed from when it happened with Barney. Clint had done so on a full moon -- he had asked him. He had changed. The struggle hadn't exactly been that long. His brother fired too late. Clint had been too quick for him.
"I need it, Coulson." Clint moved over, taking Phil's hand by the wrist that held the clip, trying to lead it back to the gun itself. "'m too dangerous 'n there's no way to fix it 've tried." He had really meant to come sooner. To be around Phil more.
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Date: 2012-09-11 07:04 am (UTC)"I need it, Coulson." Clint moved over, taking Phil's hand by the wrist that held the clip, trying to lead it back to the gun itself. "'m too dangerous 'n there's no way to fix it 've tried." He had really meant to come sooner. To be around Phil more.
"It'd sound ridiculous..."