The simple in-and-out wasn't turning out to be as simple as he initially hoped it would be. Of course, their day to day rapport with each other was easily avoidable for perhaps a day or so. He honestly hadn't put too much into thinking Coulson actually looked forward to the moments when he would come in uninvited to his office when he needed something to do. Or someone to be around that wasn't any of the Avengers. Even though, in his right state of mind; he considered Phil part of the team. The norm went something of the way of him just going out of his way to make sure Phil was still alive -- rather than him discovering his friend was somehow a hallucination his mind had concocted to deal with his handler's passing. It wasn't normal, per say. But in SHIELD nothing was truly "normal". The part of him that thought Phil was a hallucination for the better part of a couple weeks (upon hearing of his death and revival); was the part that blamed himself for it.
But that part was silenced now.
He honestly had no intention to go over to Coulson's office to bother him. His mission was completed in his mind. SHIELD wasn't exactly coming up for a hostile takeover -- but they would be severely crippled for a while. Even more so then when Clint had first walked into headquarters that day. Clint continued moving through the halls, avoiding familiar faces that wanted him to stop. To ask him questions about the range, handling a certain weapon or two. Or people who just wanted to socialize. He didn't have time for it. "Hawkeye" was nearly ready to sprint out of there if the people kept on trying to stop him before a singular voice slowed him down. Slowed. Not stopped. The man glanced over his shoulder at Coulson, brow quirking up in question. "Coulson, anything you need?" His stride slowed to a stop as he fully turned to the senior agent, folding his arms across his chest. "Or did you just miss me?" He didn't smirk, his tone was sarcastic...if not slightly forced. Right now, Phil Coulson was an obstacle that would not go away if he were just ignored. Through the fog in his mind, he knew that much.
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But that part was silenced now.
He honestly had no intention to go over to Coulson's office to bother him. His mission was completed in his mind. SHIELD wasn't exactly coming up for a hostile takeover -- but they would be severely crippled for a while. Even more so then when Clint had first walked into headquarters that day. Clint continued moving through the halls, avoiding familiar faces that wanted him to stop. To ask him questions about the range, handling a certain weapon or two. Or people who just wanted to socialize. He didn't have time for it. "Hawkeye" was nearly ready to sprint out of there if the people kept on trying to stop him before a singular voice slowed him down. Slowed. Not stopped. The man glanced over his shoulder at Coulson, brow quirking up in question. "Coulson, anything you need?" His stride slowed to a stop as he fully turned to the senior agent, folding his arms across his chest. "Or did you just miss me?" He didn't smirk, his tone was sarcastic...if not slightly forced. Right now, Phil Coulson was an obstacle that would not go away if he were just ignored. Through the fog in his mind, he knew that much.