Date: 2012-09-19 03:28 pm (UTC)
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There wasn't much that Kenzi could do then get the man's support. He had lived through some similar form of people telling him what he could and couldn't do. Of people treating him helplessly because he wasn't some powered up superhero that offering his support to someone who was in the same position as him was a necessity and pretty much the obvious choice to him. Being there for Kenzi was always going to be the obvious choice for him especially when she had been there for him. Even allowing him to go out onto the field with bruised ribs and a broken arm. If she had any doubts about his abilities, she would have never let him out there. But she let him go (he was healed, yay) and then everything just fit back into place for him. He just fit back into place.

"Oh, good good. I thought I was startin' to go insane, mixed signals 'n all that." Clint laughed a bit, a smile tugging on his lips as he held her up so she wouldn't have to tip-toe any longer. Let it never be said that Clint Barton was a terrible guy. He did small favors, he's not sure if they were good favors but they were small favors just the same. "Yanno, I gotta say 'm really glad you ain't a figment of my imagination, Kenz." He never admitted that he almost started believing the doctors at SHIELD that what he thought up wasn't real. That Arkham was just a coping mechanism and he was really at his breaking point. He didn't want to admit it. But he had.
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