Clint already knew he had Phil in his pocket because they had worked together long enough. Phil had said it himself, he felt for him way before Clint decided to kiss him that night. He didn't see the point on attempting to push himself and Phil closer when that bond was there. It was fixing the bond that Bruce and Phil had which was his primary cause. Clint tightened his fists for a brief moment as he met Bruce's eyes. If he was really, more than just an archer. Clint would have possibly went to take on Fury by himself without the others there with him. Or if they didn't have any knowledge of it going down for a matter of fact. But he was just a man...and he would probably be shot the moment they set eyes on him.
He looked over his shoulder at Bruce when he moved to grab his sandwich, a smirk tugging at his lips as he tucked his hands into his pockets. "Sometimes...not all the time." Clint would like to point out, jokingly almost. Because it was a lie. There wasn't much he wouldn't have done for either Phil or Bruce. He would do everything for them if he could that standard recon was something that was next on his checklist. Clint walked over to sit on the bed Bruce had been sleeping on, tempted to just lay over and sleep for a couple hours. Or minutes. He knew it showed too.
"Fury can suck it, sir." Clint bit out before just giving in to lay down on Bruce's bed, putting his head over his arms as he laid there for a moment. "He probably saw it coming from miles away regardless. Probably didn't see Hot Archer Guy and Hulk takin' you. But he probably expected someone to find out sooner or later." After all, Natasha had come to Clint first meaning she knew there was something up initially. Fury wouldn't have told her Phil was alive. Not without locking her up first to make sure she didn't try to kill him.
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Date: 2012-09-25 07:11 am (UTC)He looked over his shoulder at Bruce when he moved to grab his sandwich, a smirk tugging at his lips as he tucked his hands into his pockets. "Sometimes...not all the time." Clint would like to point out, jokingly almost. Because it was a lie. There wasn't much he wouldn't have done for either Phil or Bruce. He would do everything for them if he could that standard recon was something that was next on his checklist. Clint walked over to sit on the bed Bruce had been sleeping on, tempted to just lay over and sleep for a couple hours. Or minutes. He knew it showed too.
"Fury can suck it, sir." Clint bit out before just giving in to lay down on Bruce's bed, putting his head over his arms as he laid there for a moment. "He probably saw it coming from miles away regardless. Probably didn't see Hot Archer Guy and Hulk takin' you. But he probably expected someone to find out sooner or later." After all, Natasha had come to Clint first meaning she knew there was something up initially. Fury wouldn't have told her Phil was alive. Not without locking her up first to make sure she didn't try to kill him.