"News of my death has been greatly exaggerated." Clint offered up with a cheeky smile. It was really the best disguised hurt look he had ever managed in front of the two people he had told himself never to lie too. To never pretend with, because the both of them were everything Clint Barton loved in the world and more. Arkham had allowed him to open up instead of hide away what SHIELD told him to hide. It wasn't something he ever wanted to give up even when he had returned home to find everything just as it was. Phil "dead", Bruce out in the world again, he didn't really think anything of the others because as much as they had grown closer during their ordeal in Arkham it had never really amounted to anything Clint had with Phil and Bruce. In his mind, it'd made him realize that Phil was his soulmate and Bruce was the closest friend he would ever have.
They complemented each other with their different strengths and different backgrounds. He was sure not a lot of people had that in their lives. He knew the friendship Bruce and Phil had was pretty much going to be a given at some point if Phil didn't exactly blow up over the fact that they'd both abandoned SHIELD. More so Clint than Bruce. Or that he wanted to be returned home. Clint wouldn't blame him. But he wouldn't go with him. His eyes were on the both of them, switching because he really couldn't handle the hurt realization in Bruce's eyes that Phil didn't remember. A part of him just wanted to bypass Phil altogether and move closer to Bruce to reassure him that he wasn't going to leave him just because Phil was back.
Another part, the one that watched Phil force himself out of bed and wobble towards him wanted to reach out and hold him forever. He was quietly torn between hurting one and holding the other. It took everything in him not to favor one over the other at this point. Clint blinked when Bruce looked over to him at the question, looking a tad bit shocked. "Pah! 'm...I already took care of the massive amounts of ouch I received when I was popping caps into some stupid SHIELD agents heads. One got the idea that they could've used a traq gun on Jade Jaws...'n 'm pretty sure me trying to crate the big guy out would've given everyone a great big laugh right before they caught me." Just a couple of superficial wounds and bruises. Nothing that would have Clint hiding in a closet because he didn't want to worry the others. "I'll let you look at 'em a little bit later, freckles." Clint winked, trying to keep...everything else about this situation from weighing him down before he moved to Phil's side, holding the other man up with one arm and still it was just enough to drive him over the edge.
He wanted Phil back so much that having him back finally he didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't know what he was going to do. The three of them were probably now SHIELD's most wanted. Mostly Bruce and Clint rather than the man they took from the medical facility. He just wanted Bruce right by his side now so he could just...hold his hand or something. Something that might go unnoticed by Phil but still give Clint the physical affection he liked having. He was a simple sort of guy after all. Clint shot a look when Bruce bypassed the question about what he'd miss. Well, there was a lot. There was a lot he had forgotten as well. None of that was a good thing in his mind as he reached out a hand for the doctor. Fuck it. Whatever. Clint's focus was on making sure both of the men he loved were, well, equally loved. "Well...SHIELD allowed freckles to go into the wind. So they kept their promise for once. I haven't seen Tasha since Egypt cos apparently she's a bloodhound 'n can track me where ever I go." He flashed a grin at his ex-boss. "'m unemployed. But it's a good look on me. 've learned to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, so I pretty much stay home while freckles brings in the money. How he deals with me is kind of weird but it works."
Clint wanted to tell Phil of Arkham, but he figured that conversation would've been better after the initial confusion over what was going on had faded away.
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Date: 2012-09-20 07:57 pm (UTC)They complemented each other with their different strengths and different backgrounds. He was sure not a lot of people had that in their lives. He knew the friendship Bruce and Phil had was pretty much going to be a given at some point if Phil didn't exactly blow up over the fact that they'd both abandoned SHIELD. More so Clint than Bruce. Or that he wanted to be returned home. Clint wouldn't blame him. But he wouldn't go with him. His eyes were on the both of them, switching because he really couldn't handle the hurt realization in Bruce's eyes that Phil didn't remember. A part of him just wanted to bypass Phil altogether and move closer to Bruce to reassure him that he wasn't going to leave him just because Phil was back.
Another part, the one that watched Phil force himself out of bed and wobble towards him wanted to reach out and hold him forever. He was quietly torn between hurting one and holding the other. It took everything in him not to favor one over the other at this point. Clint blinked when Bruce looked over to him at the question, looking a tad bit shocked. "Pah! 'm...I already took care of the massive amounts of ouch I received when I was popping caps into some stupid SHIELD agents heads. One got the idea that they could've used a traq gun on Jade Jaws...'n 'm pretty sure me trying to crate the big guy out would've given everyone a great big laugh right before they caught me." Just a couple of superficial wounds and bruises. Nothing that would have Clint hiding in a closet because he didn't want to worry the others. "I'll let you look at 'em a little bit later, freckles." Clint winked, trying to keep...everything else about this situation from weighing him down before he moved to Phil's side, holding the other man up with one arm and still it was just enough to drive him over the edge.
He wanted Phil back so much that having him back finally he didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't know what he was going to do. The three of them were probably now SHIELD's most wanted. Mostly Bruce and Clint rather than the man they took from the medical facility. He just wanted Bruce right by his side now so he could just...hold his hand or something. Something that might go unnoticed by Phil but still give Clint the physical affection he liked having. He was a simple sort of guy after all. Clint shot a look when Bruce bypassed the question about what he'd miss. Well, there was a lot. There was a lot he had forgotten as well. None of that was a good thing in his mind as he reached out a hand for the doctor. Fuck it. Whatever. Clint's focus was on making sure both of the men he loved were, well, equally loved. "Well...SHIELD allowed freckles to go into the wind. So they kept their promise for once. I haven't seen Tasha since Egypt cos apparently she's a bloodhound 'n can track me where ever I go." He flashed a grin at his ex-boss. "'m unemployed. But it's a good look on me. 've learned to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, so I pretty much stay home while freckles brings in the money. How he deals with me is kind of weird but it works."
Clint wanted to tell Phil of Arkham, but he figured that conversation would've been better after the initial confusion over what was going on had faded away.