Typically, Clint would have stayed for the reaction.
For some reason, he didn't want to see the girl's reaction. It'd been five months and Phil's loss was still a deep wound. It'd been five months and he knew Phil was never, ever going to come back. He had learned to deal with loss because everyone he knew eventually went away. The fact of the matter was, even in Arkham -- he knew if he wasn't with Phil, he would be flirting Kenzi up every waking moment until she gave in. He knew Phil wouldn't have appreciated him mourning over him for even a minute. He still dreamt of him. He would always dream of him because SHIELD agents never got what they wanted. They never got the moments of peace they had. Or the moments of peace that Kenzi brought to Clint. It was understandable why he was drawn to her. Even when the doctors back in SHIELD got him to speak of Kenzi, they just assumed she was a method of coping for Clint. The one person out of everyone who he loved deeply. Even if they said she was imaginary. Fuck imaginary, Kenzi was real.
Clint wanted to show them desperately that Kenzi was real and return to his home (sometimes). Other times, he was just happy there. He was even happier when he got to hit up his informants on the news about new fae in the territory. Apparently the mesmer was sneaky, but not sneaky enough. Clint already had a trail and a list of potential people the guy was puppeting. Some of which were store owners on the street he lived on. Not good. He couldn't see a clear pattern as of yet but he knew he would eventually. Clint had gotten home an hour before Kenzi had shown up and was already at work. On the corkboard that had been left over by the previous shop owners was all the intel he had gathered so far. Fuck, he didn't need SHIELD. He was a force in and of himself as he stood in front of the board after thirty minutes of analyzing traffic cameras he had just 'stumbled' into on accident, flipping one of his katana in one hand. He didn't jump per say when someone pounded on the door before he went to answer it with a cup of coffee in his hand, brow arching as he looked on at Kenzi.
"...so what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Clint's in business mode. He missed it. Let him have business mode for a little bit longer Kenzi.
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Date: 2012-09-19 05:50 am (UTC)For some reason, he didn't want to see the girl's reaction. It'd been five months and Phil's loss was still a deep wound. It'd been five months and he knew Phil was never, ever going to come back. He had learned to deal with loss because everyone he knew eventually went away. The fact of the matter was, even in Arkham -- he knew if he wasn't with Phil, he would be flirting Kenzi up every waking moment until she gave in. He knew Phil wouldn't have appreciated him mourning over him for even a minute. He still dreamt of him. He would always dream of him because SHIELD agents never got what they wanted. They never got the moments of peace they had. Or the moments of peace that Kenzi brought to Clint. It was understandable why he was drawn to her. Even when the doctors back in SHIELD got him to speak of Kenzi, they just assumed she was a method of coping for Clint. The one person out of everyone who he loved deeply. Even if they said she was imaginary. Fuck imaginary, Kenzi was real.
Clint wanted to show them desperately that Kenzi was real and return to his home (sometimes). Other times, he was just happy there. He was even happier when he got to hit up his informants on the news about new fae in the territory. Apparently the mesmer was sneaky, but not sneaky enough. Clint already had a trail and a list of potential people the guy was puppeting. Some of which were store owners on the street he lived on. Not good. He couldn't see a clear pattern as of yet but he knew he would eventually. Clint had gotten home an hour before Kenzi had shown up and was already at work. On the corkboard that had been left over by the previous shop owners was all the intel he had gathered so far. Fuck, he didn't need SHIELD. He was a force in and of himself as he stood in front of the board after thirty minutes of analyzing traffic cameras he had just 'stumbled' into on accident, flipping one of his katana in one hand. He didn't jump per say when someone pounded on the door before he went to answer it with a cup of coffee in his hand, brow arching as he looked on at Kenzi.
"...so what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Clint's in business mode. He missed it. Let him have business mode for a little bit longer Kenzi.