Phil drifted off easily, between the drugs and the physical exhaustion. He could trust these two to watch his back. It was strange, but he just knew that he could trust Banner the same way he trusted Clint. His gut was usually right and when his gut agreed with Clint, that was always a good sign for both of them. He could figure out more of this after he got some rest. Likely, he'd be in pain once the drugs wore off, anyway.
He stirred a little when Clint moved him, but settled easily again once he could feel Clint's warmth against his back. Somehow, even in sleep, he just knew that that was Clint. In his sleep, his hand found Clint's and he sighed, content for the first time since he'd woken up in a hospital bed. Clint was here and he wasn't trapped anymore. They could work with this. They could figure it out.
He smiled in his sleep. He felt like he was finally home.
He didn't stir for several hours until the stiffness settled in and the ache was too much to really sleep through. The painkillers must have been wearing off. He'd have to look into getting more when he could, but for now, he would make do. Better he was in pain and with Clint and Bruce than stuck back there.
When he woke up, he was still holding Clint's hand. It took him a minute to orient himself as he shifted around, hissing when he stretched the wrong muscle. "Huh." What else was he supposed to say? The man he'd been in love with for years had crawled into bed with him while his--what? Boyfriend?--was keeping watch. It was more than a little confusing, especially when paired with the not-quite-PG dream he'd had about the three of them.
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Date: 2012-09-27 10:56 pm (UTC)He stirred a little when Clint moved him, but settled easily again once he could feel Clint's warmth against his back. Somehow, even in sleep, he just knew that that was Clint. In his sleep, his hand found Clint's and he sighed, content for the first time since he'd woken up in a hospital bed. Clint was here and he wasn't trapped anymore. They could work with this. They could figure it out.
He smiled in his sleep. He felt like he was finally home.
He didn't stir for several hours until the stiffness settled in and the ache was too much to really sleep through. The painkillers must have been wearing off. He'd have to look into getting more when he could, but for now, he would make do. Better he was in pain and with Clint and Bruce than stuck back there.
When he woke up, he was still holding Clint's hand. It took him a minute to orient himself as he shifted around, hissing when he stretched the wrong muscle. "Huh." What else was he supposed to say? The man he'd been in love with for years had crawled into bed with him while his--what? Boyfriend?--was keeping watch. It was more than a little confusing, especially when paired with the not-quite-PG dream he'd had about the three of them.