"Well, damn. I guess 'll go toss the fuzzy handcuffs I brought with me."
Clint snapped his fingers as if it had any real impact on him. It did not. The notion that Phil actually might have been at the medical facility for his own health didn't cross his mind at all. Not until Phil said his head was swimming and he noticed the slight shift in Bruce's posture. None of it was good in his mind. But then again, suffering the wound he had received from Loki. But he also would have been put on the heavy drugs. Getting cut off from those without weaning could mess with a guy. He knew. Medical liked to cloud his mind with that sort of stuff when he broke a bone or something of the like as he nodded when Bruce offered up a sandwich.
There was really nothing he could do but just stand around like an idiot, truth be told. He did all the work already. All of his part at least. Clint flexed his hands a little before shaking out his arms and moving to grab one of the plates he had already set out for the three of them before grabbing a glass of water and the plate before walking back over and taking a seat next to him. "I could...always get in touch with Tasha to get us what we need." Clint offered up a little. "It'd probably be better if we lay low a little. Lower than usual, at least."
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Date: 2012-09-22 04:50 am (UTC)Clint snapped his fingers as if it had any real impact on him. It did not. The notion that Phil actually might have been at the medical facility for his own health didn't cross his mind at all. Not until Phil said his head was swimming and he noticed the slight shift in Bruce's posture. None of it was good in his mind. But then again, suffering the wound he had received from Loki. But he also would have been put on the heavy drugs. Getting cut off from those without weaning could mess with a guy. He knew. Medical liked to cloud his mind with that sort of stuff when he broke a bone or something of the like as he nodded when Bruce offered up a sandwich.
There was really nothing he could do but just stand around like an idiot, truth be told. He did all the work already. All of his part at least. Clint flexed his hands a little before shaking out his arms and moving to grab one of the plates he had already set out for the three of them before grabbing a glass of water and the plate before walking back over and taking a seat next to him. "I could...always get in touch with Tasha to get us what we need." Clint offered up a little. "It'd probably be better if we lay low a little. Lower than usual, at least."