Walking on egg-shells would get them...where exactly?
Clint had it on good confidence that Phil wanted him way before they ended up together in Arkham. Something about the way Phil said it himself made him feel a little validated with the feelings he carried before Arkham as well. He knew Phil wouldn't lie to him about that. He didn't lie to Phil when he said the same thing. It'd always been Natasha and Phil, both individuals he loved dearly. The emotions he had for them were never acted on because of the professional aspect of everything. There had been little professional aspect of anything in Arkham and there was not a lot here right now. If Bruce had decided to join them...Clint would've scooted over. He didn't really mind being sandwiched between the both of them. But knowing they were both there and alive...was enough to get him into a restful sleep.
Which he was. Sleeping, not even that much of a reaction when Phil took his hand. Only a reassuring squeeze until Phil had started to wake up. Clint was close behind in that, far too comfortable to want to be pulled out of a good sleep. But far too paranoid to let them both be awake while he was asleep. If something were to happen, Clint had already labeled himself the first line of defense. He was stealthier than Bruce's Other Guy and in better health than Phil right at the moment. The choice really made itself as he blinked a bit. Far too comfortable in this moment to pull himself out of sleep as he usually did -- it was more of a slow rousing. Still stuck half-way between being awake and half-way of being asleep, mostly in dreamland. He vaguely caught onto Bruce's conversation, something about them missing Phil. "Mmm...I missed you a lot, good lookin'." He mumbled a bit, still pulling himself out of sleep-mode before his brain finally registered the slight hiss of pain from Phil.
The fact that Bruce was across the room. The fact they were in a safe house and not where his dreams took him every time he allowed himself to wade off into them. Clint propped his head up on his hand, looking around at the two of them. He could play that the fuck off. He was a SHIELD agent. He would offer whatever painkillers Natasha had hidden around the place but he wasn't sure if it was advisable. They were trying to get his mind cleared after all. It'd probably do more harm than good.
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Date: 2012-09-29 07:41 am (UTC)Clint had it on good confidence that Phil wanted him way before they ended up together in Arkham. Something about the way Phil said it himself made him feel a little validated with the feelings he carried before Arkham as well. He knew Phil wouldn't lie to him about that. He didn't lie to Phil when he said the same thing. It'd always been Natasha and Phil, both individuals he loved dearly. The emotions he had for them were never acted on because of the professional aspect of everything. There had been little professional aspect of anything in Arkham and there was not a lot here right now. If Bruce had decided to join them...Clint would've scooted over. He didn't really mind being sandwiched between the both of them. But knowing they were both there and alive...was enough to get him into a restful sleep.
Which he was. Sleeping, not even that much of a reaction when Phil took his hand. Only a reassuring squeeze until Phil had started to wake up. Clint was close behind in that, far too comfortable to want to be pulled out of a good sleep. But far too paranoid to let them both be awake while he was asleep. If something were to happen, Clint had already labeled himself the first line of defense. He was stealthier than Bruce's Other Guy and in better health than Phil right at the moment. The choice really made itself as he blinked a bit. Far too comfortable in this moment to pull himself out of sleep as he usually did -- it was more of a slow rousing. Still stuck half-way between being awake and half-way of being asleep, mostly in dreamland. He vaguely caught onto Bruce's conversation, something about them missing Phil. "Mmm...I missed you a lot, good lookin'." He mumbled a bit, still pulling himself out of sleep-mode before his brain finally registered the slight hiss of pain from Phil.
The fact that Bruce was across the room. The fact they were in a safe house and not where his dreams took him every time he allowed himself to wade off into them. Clint propped his head up on his hand, looking around at the two of them. He could play that the fuck off. He was a SHIELD agent. He would offer whatever painkillers Natasha had hidden around the place but he wasn't sure if it was advisable. They were trying to get his mind cleared after all. It'd probably do more harm than good.