The moment that the glasses were knocked off, Phil finally saw what was happening. He'd known that it couldn't be Clint in the driver's seat in there if it was Clint and that was just he confirmation. He saw, for just a moment, Clint was almost Clint again and he remembered how Natasha had fixed it last time. Okay, a swift, hard knock to the head. Phil was strong, but Clint was stronger. He knew he was outmatched when it came to muscle and there wasn't much to knock him into even if Phil was confident that he could. That left one very painful, very bad idea.
Fast as lightning, Phil drew his sidearm as he closed in on Clint. He drew his hand back and pistol-whipped Clint in the head. He'd deal with the consequences later. A concussed Clint was better than a brainwashed one, that was for sure.
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Date: 2012-05-31 06:14 am (UTC)Fast as lightning, Phil drew his sidearm as he closed in on Clint. He drew his hand back and pistol-whipped Clint in the head. He'd deal with the consequences later. A concussed Clint was better than a brainwashed one, that was for sure.
"Sorry." It wasn't his most sincere apology.