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[beenunmade]

Things went according to plan. Exactly to plan which had Clint paranoid over things working out as well as they had. There had to be a catch, Phil was a sleeper agent now. Phil was actually dying. Phil had been turned into some sort of cyborg and was being reprogrammed to be one of SHIELD's top agents. Even more better than he was before. But none of that had happened and Phil seemed legitimately, right in the head. There was nothing wrong with him he was just...Phil Coulson. A sigh of relief left Clint the moment he had motioned for Hulk to get them out of there before SHIELD actually sent people who would tear them to pieces. Something that was sure to happen if they didn't keep moving without looking back. They would keep moving without looking back once Bruce had come back to himself and they were both able to access what had happened to Phil during his time captured by SHIELD. Being on the run was something the trio of them were capable of doing without being too overtaken by the fact they had been virtually invisible to the public eye for so long. They all had their talents and knowledge, Clint didn't see how they couldn't make it work.

Phil had been kept in a covert medical facility in Iceland, go figure. Clint had been there once or twice for training. Guard duty and boring crap that never suited him that well. It happened as they had planned. Bruce hulked out. Clint just walked in right after him, taking out the SHIELD agents who the Hulk missed. Between the two of them, they had left quite a mess. Clint hadn't even thought much of putting on a mask to hide his identity just in case Fury didn't need anymore evidence to know Barton had gone rogue. Bruce didn't have a mask. They would know. Clint would put himself out there just the same way when the duo had gotten to the room that housed Phil. Clint smiled up at one of the security cameras in the less demolished corner of the hallway, flipping his former boss off before they got what the needed. No doubt with a puzzled expression on the agent's face before making a break for it. Explaining to Phil why he was working with the big green guy to break him out was last on his list of explanations. If Clint was ever going to give him one that was.

Jade Jaws did well with taking Clint's direction -- the big guy had been his buddy. He didn't fear him anymore, even if he didn't think he feared him at all from the beginning. The yelling in his face just tended to tense Clint up a bit.

One of his and Tasha's safe houses in case anything happened was a small-ish island just off of the coast of Norway. Which was pretty much like a step for Hulk. It would be enough for them to gather their wits about them. Gauge the situation and what Coulson remembered before moving on. It was cozy, a cabin really. One of the safe houses Clint had chosen for the super assassin duo. They had plenty of them across the globe that not even SHIELD knew about. Not even Coulson. That's what made it perfect for them to hide for a little bit until the worst of the storm they had brought to the medical facility in Iceland moved over them. He expected the helicarrier and the other Avengers had already made their way there. After all, Bruce had been involved. A couple of them could think it was something more devious at work other than two men who shared something in an alternate dimension, going after the third member of their trio. The place was large enough that each of them could have their own private rooms, but paranoia set in deep. Beds were moved to the main living area that when Hulk receded back into the doctor's mind, he had laid him on one of the cots in the corner. Protected until he came to. Phil got similar treatment. Clint's bed was still unused as he just sat at the window for a couple hours. Watching the world around them as well as the two others.

Someone had to stay awake, after all.

Even through the fatigue, hunger eventually set in before he moved to gather up some food. Nothing like Bruce could make. But...peanut butter and jelly sandwiches wasn't exactly rocket science. He could pull it off as he tossed a piece of bread over his shoulder for Margarita to begin pecking at it, setting out a couple plates and humming under his breath.

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[greenisnteasy]

He's all too happy to return Clint's kiss; he feels less conflicted about it when he knows he and Phil are getting affectionate too, and now that Phil knows the situation, he's less timid about leaning in to Clint's touch. He does have to wonder what's going through Phil's mind when Clint turns to kiss Phil, wonders if it feels like the first time or if it triggers a memory. Really, he's just missed Phil, missed his conversation and their openness.

Where would they be without Clint, really? Bruce would've been hovering at the edge, waiting to see what Phil wanted from him, if he was ready, for who knows how long, and considering how Phil hesitates, even when he's not resisting Clint, he wonders how long it would've taken them if Clint weren't shoving them together. Bruce certainly doesn't resist. As soon as he can tell Phil's checking with him, not looking for a way out, he cups his chin lightly and pulls him in.

God, it's a relief. Like kissing Clint had been then, like something that was missing coming back to him. He's tempted to be timid, but he doesn't give into that; he kisses him soundly before leaning back, a grin all over his face that he can't possibly stop. He ducks his head and comes up still grinning, his eyes flicking between them.

"Just... for the record. Killing people with your thighs, kind of creepy to watch. But he was my knight in shining leather that day, and I can dig that."

[beenunmade]

A part of Clint was glad that neither of them had skirted around him pushing them together. Another part of him has self-deprecatingly calling himself Cupid for shits and giggles. He knew the both of them were likely to be amused by the nickname he would have eventually said. But at this moment? He was more in the moment than about making stupid quips about what was going on. The fact that Phil was being so accepting of this and Bruce seemed happier than he had in months. They both felt happier but Clint didn't exactly lie to himself. Things would have been different in Arkham if Phil hadn't grown closer to Bruce. He had...himself grown closer. But Arkham changed the dynamics to everything in his life that he didn't really want to think about the life he could have had if it had not been involved. Sure, it sucked.

But it changed them. Clint chuckled a bit as he watched them, running his fingers along Phil's neck and running his hand along Bruce's arm. Just...gentle reminders to tell them both he was still there. Not that there needed to be that much of a reminder as a smirk crossed his lips as he looked over to Bruce.

"Noted. I just know what the thigh thing does to Phil when Tasha uses it." He winked over at his (former?) handler with an amused expression on his face. Clint paused for a moment before moving to his feet. It had been...too long since they had even checked the parameter and for all he knew? They were all surrounded right now. His body had other ideas...still aching from whatever he was hit with during the rescue mission. He was moving just a tad bit slower to the door. All of it was easily ignorable in his eyes as he tucked his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall by the door. "Shining leather works better than armor anyway." Paranoia struck as he peered out the window for a moment to check what he could see from here before shaking out his arms. "What do we do next, gentlemen?"

[theshield_agent]

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.

[greenisnteasy]

Naturally out of the three of them, it's Bruce who's the least injured. Bruce, who barely knows how to use a weapon at all -- kind of has an anti-weapon thing, if he's being honest -- and whose best defense strategy is really more of a last resort and the farthest thing ever from "stealthy" or "subtle." The burden of that hits him pretty heavily as he watches Clint move to the door without that spring in his step -- not to mention, of course, Phil's general state of well being. They need time to rest and recoup, and will they get that? And what if something happens and Bruce can't save them?

Since he and Phil are okay, or okayish, or something along those lines, he moves to sit beside him properly, and he sets his arm gently around his shoulders. That's okay, right? Phil had kissed him, and this is far more innocent than that.

He's so far past personal space with the two of them, and he just wants to be near Phil, near to the both of them. Hopefully neither of them is too sore for their typical cuddle pile tonight. Also hopefully that isn't too much of an optimistic thought.

"In between the running, we're also going to sit and take our medicine and let ourselves get better." Clint. Bruce smiles is smiling fondly behind his stern doctorly gaze though. "At least we know what we're up against. That'll help. And maybe we have some inside help, too."

God, Natasha. Hopefully she isn't catching anything for what happened.

"He's probably just looking for some proper appreciation of the technique. It was pretty impressive, after all. I just wasn't really in the mindset to enjoy it at the time as I thought he was SHIELD coming after me."