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[beenunmade]

Running had become second nature.

Clint hadn't been a wolf for long, he had counted the weeks. Days. Hours. All since his life had been turned upside down and he didn't quite know what to make of anything anymore. Several months ago he had fell into a state of relaxation when he was out with a group of his own friends before he had been attacked. The attack had killed two of the men he had been traveling with at the time, it was not so pleasant waking up in pools of their own blood. Their mangled bodies surrounding him and all Clint could think was 'why aren't I dead too'. It was a miracle, his friends and brother had said. A fucking miracle he had walked away from that, but it didn't feel so much like a miracle the following month. Or the month after. His brother had been the first victim of a 'wild animal attack' and it hadn't been something Clint was entirely proud of. How full he had felt the day afterward, how disgusted he felt with himself. No amount of vomiting or therapy could take that away from him.

So he ran. It seemed the logical thing to do. He left his friends behind. The life he had come to know, even if he had always been running. The circus was always something that didn't logically mean that someone had settled down in their life and was happy with everything. It just meant they had no where to go and that was the only option.

The man had just hitchhiked from Arizona to New Jersey over the course of three months. Every time the full moon would come around and he would feel it's pull. He would just simply...disappear out of sight for a couple days. Then back on the road he went. A little sore, but okay. Alive. His mind had literally abandoned the rules of a normal person's life. He didn't believe it was going to ever be like that again. He chewed on his bottom lip as he contacted the friend of his he had ditched when he was on the road with the circus. The man had been someone who...arrested him and his older brother when they had gotten into a mess. Barney had been at fault but apparently being eighteen in a bar automatically meant that he was in trouble as well. There had been no excuse for the beer he had in his either but...still. It ended up with Clint alone in a holding cell because Barney had tried to choke him with his belt and the teen laughing along side the man who had remained straight-faced until he allowed the tiniest hint of a smile to leak through.

That guy had bailed Clint out of a couple situations he didn't know about. The last he had heard from him (through postcards) was that he was off to the Army. He hoped he would be where Clint had last seen him. Living the nice sort of life...it almost made him feel guilty that he was bringing this to his doorstep but there was nothing he could legitimately do about it. He didn't have anyone else he trusted. Clint scaled up the wall of the two story house that he had...sniffed the other man out at. For all he knew? This was his girlfriend's house or something and he was still off. He didn't strike him as the settling down type. Phil had been married to his job for far too long and pushed people away from the phone conversations they had. It was the perfect place to hide as he pushed the window on the top story open before slipping inside.

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[theshield_agent]

"You won't hurt me." He said it with complete conviction. "I'm trained. I can defend myself just fine, but I don't think you'll try to attack me." He really would follow Clint if he left. Clint needed help and Phil was going to give it whether he wanted it or not.

He kept his hand moving in Clint's hair. "Trust me, okay? Just stay and let me help." It was stupid of him to feel this attached, but he couldn't help it. He'd kept in touch with Clint for as long as he had for a reason. He should be scared. He knew he should be, but for some reason, he trusted Clint and he wanted to help him. He should have been there helping already.

[beenunmade]

If Phil had known.

If Phil had known that Clint would never allow any individual to be close to him like this, he would've expected a puzzled look on the other man's face. If Phil had known that Clint felt a sort of comfort in him that he didn't in anyone else, he might have looked at him a bit odd. But Phil didn't know. Clint trusted Phil because he had reached out to him when no one else would. Clint had met many people in his life. The only constant was the people at the circus and his brother. Everyone else was in and out of his life as quickly as he had met them. This was the first time there had ever been someone tangible that he felt a connection with. Someone he trusted (maybe he was a little infatuated with him), but Clint felt safe there. "I do trust you...stupid thing, you were the first one that came to mind." Even if it was with the half-baked idea that he could get Phil to shoot him.

He was silently glad he didn't. A part of him was, at least as he wrapped his arms around Phil. "Guess 'm stuck here, huh? I would go get my stuff...but I don't have anythin'. It helps, right?" He laughed a bit.

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Phil was a little surprised. He hadn't expected Clint to give in so easily, but he was thankful. Now he could put energy into helping Clint instead of trying to convince him to stay. For a little while, he just held Clint tightly.

"Anything you need that I don't have, we can get later." He knew what Clint was like. He knew that he wouldn't want anything ridiculous.

"So... tell me exactly what happens. I saw your eyes started to... do something. What else?" He needed to know what he was dealing with. He needed to know what was going on in Clint's head if he was going to help.

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Clint was still a flight risk. Don't get the wrong impression, Phil. He was just a good liar. Even to himself.

If he was honest with himself, his entire life was in a backpack he had left outside the window. The younger man didn't let go of Phil for the longest time (in his mind it felt like years). He didn't want to move from where he was because he actually felt somewhat safe. He didn't actually know from what. He just felt safe. Safer than he did when it came to a lot of things. When it came to everything that was happening to him. "It's actually just a backpack I dropped outside the window. Not a lot of stuff." He'd brought...mostly the postcards that he used as a pseudo-shield against anything that was happening to him. It kept him grounded. A person would see it as Phil kept him grounded. He would believe it.

"Well...um...werewolf stuff really." Clint isn't really an expert on it, Phil. "I get really sick and moody 'round the full moon then I change and if anything's there...I attack it. 've been keepin' myself contained for the most part. Either locked away somewhere or somewhere remote. Away from the general public. I turn into something, 'm sure. I black out for most of it...don't remember the mornin' after. It's not really that fun." Traveling cross-country was not a good idea in his mind when he looked back on it. There had been one or more times he just found a truck stop and barricaded himself in until the next morning. "I think I left a sudden string of livestock killings before I found you. 'n one casualty that I know of."

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Phil really couldn't care less about livestock. Dead people would be a huge worry, but livestock were just livestock. And Barney... there wasn't really anything Phil could do about that. He certainly wouldn't blame Clint when it was so clearly out of his control. He couldn't imagine anyone wanting their little brother punished in a situation like this. If it had been his sister, he would have forgiven her without question.

"Grab your backpack and we'll get you settled. I'm sure you could use a shower and a hot meal... so I'll order one." Clint didn't need to get poisoned. He could order them a pizza and pull out the spare bedding so Clint could take the couch.

He made a mental note to check on when the next full moon was. They needed to get ready for that, most likely. He wasn't sure what the best option would be, but they could figure it out together. Maybe it would be easier on Clint now that he wasn't alone.

[beenunmade]

If Barney had been an upstanding, understanding person like Phil had been. There might have been no question. But Clint knew his brother and what he carried with him. He knew there wouldn't be one ounce of forgiveness in his brother's eyes when he finally got his wish to die and reunite with the other man in Hell. It was something Clint just believed he would have to face on a later date. When he was less traumatized at the events that had occurred so shortly and in rapid succession in his life rather than anything else.

He laughed at that, shaking his head a bit. "You jus' as bad at cookin' as I am, Mr. Coulson?" He chuckled as he started walking towards the hallway so he could head down and get his backpack. What Clint could have really used was what he got. Someone to support him. Someone who didn't fear physical contact with him that he really just wanted to hold until everything just wasted away.

Clint had already had his calender, marking down the days. If he remembered correctly. He had about a week. A week to brace Phil on what was going to happen and how to prepare for it. Or a week to find somewhere suitable to hide until it was over and hope to everything that he didn't hurt anyone in the process. Clint stopped at the foot of the stairs, turning and looking up at the other man. "Why are you doin' this for me, Phil? Openin' your house to me." No one was this nice. No one.

[theshield_agent]

Phil had a strict idea of what kind of person he wanted to be. He worked hard to be that person. He wanted to be a good person. The kind of person others could look up to. "Why wouldn't I? You need help, Clint. I want to help you." Being that person wasn't really very much of a struggle for him, if he was honest. He really did want to help.

He rested his hand on Clint's shoulder to guide him into the hall and down the stairs so they could get his bag. He wasn't surprised that Clint couldn't cook, either. It wasn't as if he lived in conditions that encouraged it. Phil had no excuse other than a lack of effort. He was just too busy to bother learning more than the basics. "I'll get you a towel and then I can order a pizza while you shower... unless you want something else. Is there anything you're in the mood for?"

[beenunmade]

"I know...it's just...why?" Clint was just curious to see what his answer was. Clint just wanted to know what made him tick or come up with something like this when all Clint wanted was the easy way out inside of the pain of living through it. It was painful. Not just life in general. But the stuff he had to go through typically caused him to black out. He figured after a while he'd just get used to it. "I'm jus' some guy you met at a bar once. Now you're offering your home to me."

Clint would put some effort into it now that he was there. He didn't have any skills that made it marketable for him to get a job and he didn't want to deal with people until he was steady on his own feet. "Pizza's good. The kind with everythin' on it. Haven't had much of anything but doritos and gas station food. Not a fantastic diet plan." Clint was in the mood for a lot of things. Sleep. Potentially just ending up with his arms wrapped around Phil again, breathing him in and allowing the other man to take over every sense in his body. It was what kept him from grabbing the gun from his hand and just shooting himself when Phil had initially said no. Clint stepped over to the door, holding it open for a moment as he turned towards Phil again. "'ll go grab it. You can go get the towel...we'll meet in the middle." He winked with a smirk tugging at his lips.

His fight or flight response was beginning to kick in. The pros and cons Clint was already listing in his head when it came to staying here with Phil was that the cons were an extremely LONG list while the pros were extremely short. He could run. He knew he could. He'd feel bad about it. But it was in Phil's best interests. Clint wanted Phil to help him. He wanted that safety. But he didn't want to put Phil in danger for his own mental health over all of this. The decision made itself as Clint shut the door behind him and started moving around the house. Grab his bag and go. It was for the best.

[theshield_agent]

After Clint left the room, Phil grabbed an extra towel and some sweats for Clint. He set them in the bathroom and started the shower so the water would have time to heat up. Next, he went over to his takeout menu pile to figure out dinner.

Then he realized that Clint was taking an awfully long time to run downstairs and just grab his bag. "Damn it."

Phil sprinted down the stairs and out the door, nearly tripping over his own shoes on the bottom landing. He'd never forgive himself if Clint just ran off and he was out there alone when Phil could have helped him. He couldn't go through this alone. He shouldn't. Not when Phil was here. Why be alone for no reason?

He was out the door before he realized that he was barefoot and in a T-shirt, cool breeze hitting his skin. He ignored it. "Clint!"

[beenunmade]

A stab of guilt had went through him as he had stopped, picking up his backpack and silently musing over his mental list of pros and cons. Phil didn't know what he was getting himself into. He didn't expect Phil to realize the severity of the situation and the danger that Clint posed to, well, everything. He had shouldered his backpack and started moving. He didn't run, apprehension about leaving was still settled in his gut. He (subconsciously) knew if he ran then Phil would never see him for as long as he lived. Unless he went out looking for him but still, Clint knew how to disappear and he could for long periods of time. He had a good habit of keeping his head down. He knew how to live off of whatever he needed too at the time even if he didn't believe in taking advantage of the kindness of strangers.

Or Phil.

Clint was already half-way up the street when he knew Phil must have put everything together. He nearly stopped in his tracks when he heard his name called and knew he had to keep moving. "Sorry, Philly." He muttered under his breath as he started to run. He had been fast before he was bitten. When he was just some normal guy. But now that he was a werewolf he was faster than...well, a lot of people.

[theshield_agent]

Phil knew that if he let Clint run, he wouldn't see him again. He wasn't stupid. He took off running after Clint, ignoring the cold ground and the pebbles his bare feet were hitting. He needed to stop Clint from running away. He didn't even really know why. He just knew.

"Clint! Stop!" He was so thankful for his army training. There was no way he could have kept up when he was younger, but he was in great shape now.

He'd pulled the door closed on the way out. It was unlocked, but he wasn't even worried about anything but getting Clint to stop and come back. He'd worry about the cold and his apartment later.

"Please!"

[beenunmade]

Clint briefly glanced over his shoulder to see the other man running after him before starting to move faster. He didn't know why he was even following him. Most people would just let a guy go considering all the baggage he was carrying through their front door. He wanted to scream back at him 'no' but words failed him. Instead he just turned the corner, continuing to run before turning another street. Essentially...he was going in a circle around the block. He could have just been trying to throw the other man off. Or he was just...listening to the nagging voice in the back of his head that said 'well, maybe we need him'.

He didn't listen to people. He told himself what he did was all because he wanted to do it, fuck everyone else. Clint slowed to a stop. The only good thing about this was he hadn't broken a sweat and he didn't need to stop and catch breath as he double-backed. He found somewhere to hide since he was out of the other man's line of sight long enough to hide and watched him as he ran passed him. Now he didn't know if he should just slink off into the darkness or apologize profusely to Phil for making him run barefoot after him. Undoubtedly damaging his feet as he rolled out of where he had tucked himself in, staring at Phil for a moment as he bounced from one foot to another. Making it apparent that he was ready to move when he could before finally speaking up.

"You know, it's cold 'nuff that you could get sick running around barefoot like that Phil." He didn't feel any safer that he had remained ground level as he looked around the houses that lined the streets. He chewed the inside of his mouth for a moment, still bouncing. Close to begin pacing. "You should go back home 'fore you get sick."

[theshield_agent]

"Well, I wouldn't be running around out here if you had come back inside instead of trying to run away." It was natural cause and effect. If Clint was going to run, Phil was going to chase him. He said it as if he had no choice. He really didn't think that he did have one. He'd said he would help Clint, so he would. He was a man of his word.

Now that he was staying still, though, it really was chilly. He wrapped his arms around himself, rubbing at his bare skin and trying to keep the warmth he'd built up from running.

"So, if you're worried about me, maybe you shouldn't make me chase you out into the cold." He gave Clint a look. "You can't just show up and ask for help and then bail. I'm not going to let you do that. Come back and take that shower and eat pizza with me. We'll figure this out. You and me."

[beenunmade]

"Well...for all intents and purposes, I was hopin' you wouldn't have noticed for another ten minutes." He was going to steal one of Phil's neighbor's cars and disappear into the night. It wasn't a good thing but he figured it was much better than going the way that he initially thought up and looking to Phil for help. His brow quirked up when Phil started rubbing his arms before moving to shrug off his backpack, pulling off his jacket and holding it out to him.

He gave Phil a look right back, pulling his backpack over one shoulder. "I...don't think you want to get messed up in all of this, Phil. I was tryin' to give you a quick way out." Even though Phil had said already he didn't want a way out. He just wanted to help him. Somehow, Clint thought he was under-qualified for the task. He figured he would just have to deal with the repercussions on a later date as he nodded in agreement. "You're pretty quick, didja know that?" He looked over to him as he walked over to his side, figuring Phil might feel a little better that he wasn't going to run away if he stayed somewhat close.

[theshield_agent]

Phil hesitated before taking the jacket and pulling it on. It was stupid, but it felt kind of nice to have someone offer him a jacket for once.

"I was in the Army. Of course I'm quick. And of course I noticed faster than that. And... Clint, I told you I want to help. I'm not looking for a way out. It seems like you're the one doing that. I didn't tell you I didn't want you here. Don't assume that I want you gone when I just offered you a place to stay." He was still a little worried that Clint might try to slip out while he was sleeping, but he guessed that if Clint wanted to get away from him that badly, he should let him, even if everything in him is screaming to help Clint.

"Give me a few days, at least, without trying to bolt. Please?"

[beenunmade]

It was nice being able to give it to the one person he's always wanted to give it too.

"Does that mean I have to call you 'sir'?" Clint's head tilted to the side as he pondered this silently. Clint had...zero military background, while he did have weapons training. It didn't really amount up to what Phil had done with his life prior to Clint showing up on his doorstep. He tucked his hands in his pockets as he walked beside the other man before hanging his head a little. "I just...I can deal with Barney's blood on my hands. He was my brother, but there is no way in Hell I mourned him." Did that make him a bad person? Clint had mourned him a bit. It was more guilt of killing another person than it was killing his older brother at this point. "I don't want yours. I like you too much." Clint nudged him a little with his elbow as he continued walking.

"Okay, I promise not to run. I'll probably start scoopin' out places I could go to during the full moon, but 'll be back before you're done...doing whatever army guys do during the day. Can't imagine your day-to-day life is that difficult, right?"

[theshield_agent]

Phil walked close to Clint, not because he was afraid Clint would bolt, but just because he wanted to. It was nice to feel Clint's arm bump his. It was a reassurance that he was still there and maybe he wouldn't run again.

"I just go to class now." He hoped Clint was just joking about calling him 'sir' though.

"Clint..." He reached out for Clint's arm, toes curling against the cold pavement as they walked. "I'll be fine. You'll be fine. You can't deal with all of this alone. You shouldn't have to. It's going to be okay. You just have to let me be here for you. I'm not going anywhere as long as you aren't."

[beenunmade]

The closeness made Clint feel...at ease, more or less. He didn't want it to go away. He didn't want Phil to go but it seemed as if the only person who wanted him to leave was himself. He didn't hate it. In fact he liked the thought of having someone there. Phil had always grounded him from miles and miles away, now it was something more in the immediate vicinity. He wished he made the decision to find him a little earlier in life.

"Class? Aren't...you too old for school?" Clint looked confused. It wasn't a good look for him in his opinion.

He turned his head towards him, trying not to meet his eyes. He knew the resolution he would find in them. He didn't quite know how to react to it yet though. "I...really want to believe you, Phil." But he didn't. He knew what he was capable of and he knew what normal people were capable of. "I'm gonna try to believe you. You just...gotta bear with me a little." Clint wanted help. He just didn't like admitting that he ever needed it.

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"Are you too old to need a leash?" Phil shot back with a wry smile.

As they turned up his walkway, he raised his hand to the small of Clint's back, guiding him gently towards the door. If Clint was coming back, maybe that meant he would stay. Phil really hoped that he would. He wanted Clint to be safe and he couldn't be safe out there on his own. He needed support. He needed someone.

"Go upstairs and take a shower. It's already running and it should be hot by now. I left you some clothes on the bathroom counter. I'll order a pizza." He held the door open for Clint. "Okay?"

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The look Clint shot Phil was enough of an answer he imagined.

Clint wasn't as resolved in the fact he was staying. He knew the dangers. He just didn't think Phil knew the dangers. It didn't exactly allow confidence to grow in him when Phil was adamant about helping him through this. He didn't think the fear was ever going to go away though. At least he was going to have someone there to help face it. Whatever happened after that was up in the air as he sucked in a deep breath nodding as he started moving up the stairs. Dropping his backpack at the door before moving towards the bathroom.

"Everything on it, okay?" Clint looked back at Phil after pulling off his shirt and looking outside the bathroom door with a smile crossing his face. "Don't lemme down, sir."

[theshield_agent]

Phil rolled his eyes and went to go order the pizza, leaving Clint to shower. He'd gotten a bit of an eyeful when Clint had removed his shirt and he was trying to not think about that too hard. Stop being creepy, Coulson. The guy needed help, not some older man ogling him.

He went out to the living room and called the place that he knew would deliver the fastest. Then he went into the kitchenette area, sighing as he pulled off Clint's jacket reluctantly and putting it neatly on the back of a chair. He turned on the TV, keeping the volume low, and settled on the couch to wait for Clint. His feet were really appreciating the carpet and the warm apartment, at least.

[beenunmade]

He might have enjoyed the ogling, Phil. He did feel the other man's eyes on him for a brief moment and it wasn't a bad feeling that settled inside him. If Phil recalled, when Clint was younger all he was doing the night they first met was trying to get into his pants. In a subtle, not obvious way. He reappeared ten minutes later, pulling on the clothes Phil had set out for him before he headed into the living room and hopping over the back of the sofa and taking a seat next to Phil. He shifted a little in his seat as he spread out, dropping an arm behind Phil and still...not putting too much thought into the fact that he had just done a hostile take out of the older man's personal space.

"I never got to ask...what are you going to school for? I thought you were an army man." Clint kicked up his feet on the table in front of them, relaxing (for once the entire night). Or seemingly relaxing. Clint didn't really relax as much as he just thought about something in the back of his mind for an awful long time. "Last time I checked you were..." He thought back on the postcards, attempting to think back of Phil had sent him something he had quit the army to become like...a doctor or teacher. The younger man sat there for a moment before moving to his feet, going to snatch up his backpack and sitting back where he was. Nearly pressed up against Phil that if he had been any closer he would have been sitting on his lap. He opened it, flipping through the postcards he had put in there instead of...some necessities like another change of clothing.

He'd half used them to track Phil down. The other reason was because it helped making him less lonely.

[theshield_agent]

Phil didn't mind the personal space invasion at all. He didn't really let himself lean into it, but when Clint moved and came back, he did move his own arm to the back of the sofa behind Clint. Just because Clint had hit on him as a kid didn't mean he was still interested, but Phil didn't think physical affection was a bad idea when he was in a situation like this.

"Political science. I want to join the FBI." He smiled and let his arm press against the back of Clint's shoulders just a little. "I can't believe you kept all of those, Clint." It wasn't bad. Phil was flattered and more than that, it just made him happy to know that he mattered a little to Clint.

He shook his head. Dangerous topic, Phil. "The pizza should be here soon. Is there anything you want to watch?" He wants to ask Clint about his life, but given everything he's been through, Phil figures that might not be a safe topic just yet.

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When he felt the movement of Phil's arm behind him, Clint didn't feel as awkward as he had felt when he did it himself. It felt, welcoming. Honestly, he was usually the type of person who didn't allow opportunity to just slip past him. But with Phil it was different. Their initial meeting was different and the fact that Clint had gone out of his way to find him again was way different. Usually he wanted to forget people who he met in bars or who had seen his and Barney's sibling rivalry at it's best. Phil was really different.

Clint's brow arched up as he looked over to him. "A fed? Well...that's new." His mind first went with 'a criminal with a fed'. It didn't exactly offer any good outcomes. "Yanno, that stuff I said 'bout my brother? Yeah, it actually happened at this place call Camp Crystal Lake and this guy with a hockey mask ripped him to pieces. It was tragic." Yes, he went with Friday the 13th but it was the first thing that sprung to mind. He tensed up briefly, but this was Phil. He could trust Phil and it wasn't as if he was a FBI agent yet. He did feel more comforted with Phil's arm pressed against his back as he leaned back into him. He made his hands busy, pulling out two or three postcards that were probably chosen as an afterthought. "Every single one. Gotta admit, got pretty disappointed when they stopped I figured you jus' went on with your life." Got married. Had a kid. All of those things Clint could picture for Phil.

He never pictured them for himself. But he pictured them for Phil. In his dreams, they mostly turned out to be nightmares because it just made Clint feel all the more lonely in the world. "Everyone thought they were from a chick I met and was trying the long distance thing with, so I went with it. Phillipa." Clint winked with a laugh at the thought. "I am not original at all by the way."

That was a lie. He was. He was just amused every time he used that to get people off his back at his collection of postcards. Only a handful of people knew who sent them. Knew what they meant to Clint. "Any campy horror movies on? You could hold me if I get to scared, sir." Clint smirked before tilting his head to the side as he leaned his head back on Phil's arm. "When you get into the FBI, I think you should start The X-Files." He mused under his breath. "I see big things in your future, Agent Coulson."

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Phil rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to turn you in, Clint. You're not entirely in control. I understand that. And I didn't just go on. They started to get returned." He hadn't entirely stopped thinking about Clint. How could he?

He let his arm relax, coming around Clint's shoulders to hold him. If they could hug, this should be okay, too, right? Phil had never thought of the post cards as love notes. More than a few times, he'd wanted to, but he'd held back. Maybe it was stupid. It had seemed stupid until he'd gone into the Army. Everyone sent love notes to their significant others there. Of course, Clint wasn't his significant other, so that might have pushed him into creepy territory.

With his free hand, he picks up the remote and starts flipping to the movie channels. "So I'm probably Mulder in this case. Will you be Scully?" He grins. Given the sexual tension on that show, maybe not the most appropriate thing to say...