Kissing the both of them really did feel like coming home somehow and it was amazing. The familiarity was there, even if it was fuzzy. He remembered bits of this--just enough to know that they're telling the truth. He wished he could remember more. He wished he could lose himself in this and not have to think about the fact that he knew just how good the men who would be hunting them were.
He watched Clint move away, leaning into Bruce just a little subconsciously as he did. "We run. They're going to come after us. All of us. At least together, we can watch each other's backs, though." And, of course, Phil was still recovering from some pretty bad injuries himself.
"Also we don't use Phil's weakness for thighs against him. It's not fair." He grinned at Clint. It really was just cheating for Clint to have brought that up. He was playing dirty. Phil was probably going to let him win, though, because it was... incredibly hot.
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Date: 2012-10-09 08:26 am (UTC)He watched Clint move away, leaning into Bruce just a little subconsciously as he did. "We run. They're going to come after us. All of us. At least together, we can watch each other's backs, though." And, of course, Phil was still recovering from some pretty bad injuries himself.
"Also we don't use Phil's weakness for thighs against him. It's not fair." He grinned at Clint. It really was just cheating for Clint to have brought that up. He was playing dirty. Phil was probably going to let him win, though, because it was... incredibly hot.