Clint really isn't sure what he and Bruce were, he sort of decided boyfriend worked when he found himself sitting around one of the apartments they had managed to get in some third-world country wearing the man's shirt and honestly contemplating what to do that day because Bruce was off doctoring. Or he just decided contemplating titles was stupid. Everything seemed to have a mind of it's own whenever the question of Phil and Bruce was involved. He didn't really have any second guesses about what he was doing with them -- he felt relaxed around the both of them. He was interested in the intellectual conversations that Bruce tended to have with himself and even researched some of it so he could join in the conversation when he wasn't really doing much of anything. His skills as an assassin left much to be desired in the normal work-field. But his skills as a thief and pick-pocket and liar had gotten them enough to keep them going.
Still, not to be desired. But he wanted to help where he could. He would help where he could. Clint had waited it out until Phil had fallen back to sleep before motioning Bruce to join him after he had fallen asleep for an hour or so. Sleep didn't come easy for SHIELD agents. It didn't come easy for Bruce. It didn't come easy for Clint. He was sure it didn't come easy for Phil either. The fact of the matter was, Clint had grown attached. He wished he had the mentality of Natasha in this sense. That love was for children.
But he didn't. He wouldn't even try.
When motioning towards Bruce to come join him, especially under sleep-induced conversation about how there was plenty of room for him to just sit next to him while he slept. Clint had rolled out of bed, out of habit. Moving towards his handler before dropping to his knees on the mattress and scooting Phil over. Forcefully, but not enough to cause the other man some pain. It was just a mere silent suggestion really as he moved up behind him. Pressing his face against Phil's back. If Bruce was there it might even feel a little complete for once in the months they had been back in the 'real world'. Bruce's analogy worked in Clint's case. He was an electron and the pull to form a bond was almost impossible for him to ignore as he dropped his arm around Phil, grinning as he breathed him in and pretended like everything was back to normal.
He was just going to wait for the other shoe to drop. But as of right now...not really.
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Date: 2012-09-27 09:55 am (UTC)Still, not to be desired. But he wanted to help where he could. He would help where he could. Clint had waited it out until Phil had fallen back to sleep before motioning Bruce to join him after he had fallen asleep for an hour or so. Sleep didn't come easy for SHIELD agents. It didn't come easy for Bruce. It didn't come easy for Clint. He was sure it didn't come easy for Phil either. The fact of the matter was, Clint had grown attached. He wished he had the mentality of Natasha in this sense. That love was for children.
But he didn't. He wouldn't even try.
When motioning towards Bruce to come join him, especially under sleep-induced conversation about how there was plenty of room for him to just sit next to him while he slept. Clint had rolled out of bed, out of habit. Moving towards his handler before dropping to his knees on the mattress and scooting Phil over. Forcefully, but not enough to cause the other man some pain. It was just a mere silent suggestion really as he moved up behind him. Pressing his face against Phil's back. If Bruce was there it might even feel a little complete for once in the months they had been back in the 'real world'. Bruce's analogy worked in Clint's case. He was an electron and the pull to form a bond was almost impossible for him to ignore as he dropped his arm around Phil, grinning as he breathed him in and pretended like everything was back to normal.
He was just going to wait for the other shoe to drop. But as of right now...not really.