"Bed time story. The newspaper maybe." Truthfully, Clint was sure either or would put him to sleep. A comfortable, familiar noise of Phil's voice echoing through the room. He hadn't had a restful night's sleep in so long without some sort of "natural" assistance. Be it watching infomericals until stupid o'clock or a pill the psych doctor had prescribed when Clint finally came out and said he kept on waking up during the night.
"The Junior Agents. Williams likes ghosting me a bit. He wants to be the next Hawkeye." He scoffed. "Like that's ever going to happen. But the kid can dream." The only reason why Clint knew Williams's existence was because he had taken the room he had cleared out himself. Stillson's room. Clint failed to tell him who lived in that room prior to his recruitment, but by the way Williams and several of the other new agents looked at him. He knew. "Or your niece. MTV, stuff like that. There's a long list of people who want to take my title, Coulson." They just never did a good job on getting to that point because if there was one thing Clint was most protective of -- it was his position in Phil's life.
Sure, Phil was his handler. A sense of duty right there. Clint found the harassing, the teasing, and all-around joking something that kept the two of them connected. That Phil knew Clint was there. Caring in his own little way. Continuing with the beginning of the conversation, Clint pursed his lips together. "I can't sleep, Phil..." He figured, if there was anyone he could talk to about it. It was Coulson. He didn't even really want to talk to the doctor about it, but if he wanted to be cleared for field duty. It was a must.
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"The Junior Agents. Williams likes ghosting me a bit. He wants to be the next Hawkeye." He scoffed. "Like that's ever going to happen. But the kid can dream." The only reason why Clint knew Williams's existence was because he had taken the room he had cleared out himself. Stillson's room. Clint failed to tell him who lived in that room prior to his recruitment, but by the way Williams and several of the other new agents looked at him. He knew. "Or your niece. MTV, stuff like that. There's a long list of people who want to take my title, Coulson." They just never did a good job on getting to that point because if there was one thing Clint was most protective of -- it was his position in Phil's life.
Sure, Phil was his handler. A sense of duty right there. Clint found the harassing, the teasing, and all-around joking something that kept the two of them connected. That Phil knew Clint was there. Caring in his own little way. Continuing with the beginning of the conversation, Clint pursed his lips together. "I can't sleep, Phil..." He figured, if there was anyone he could talk to about it. It was Coulson. He didn't even really want to talk to the doctor about it, but if he wanted to be cleared for field duty. It was a must.