Phil acted faster than Clint reacted, needless to say.
But there was a purpose. There was a reason why Clint didn't move to guard himself. The electrocution, the hit to the head. All caused enough damage to give him a way to at least hold himself back a little. It wasn't like the first time when Tasha had been the one to slam his head against a metal railing. The sniper's arm moved a fraction of a second too late when he saw Phil's arm swing back before it collided with his head. The snap. A fumble. Some other football terms Clint never really paid attention too as he was knocked to the ground. His head was throbbing already the moment he tried to pick himself back up again. Remaining on all fours as the world spun around him. The voice commanding him to move forward, to fight, to kill Coulson was fading. But it was still there.
"Boss," Clint's voice came out rough. Almost unrecognizable to himself because it was him speaking. Not the thing that Loki had put back in him. Not the weapon. Clint tried to get back to his feet again before just dropping down and letting his head lay against the cold floor. Slowly drifting in and out of consciousness. "Phil."
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Date: 2012-05-31 06:47 am (UTC)But there was a purpose. There was a reason why Clint didn't move to guard himself. The electrocution, the hit to the head. All caused enough damage to give him a way to at least hold himself back a little. It wasn't like the first time when Tasha had been the one to slam his head against a metal railing. The sniper's arm moved a fraction of a second too late when he saw Phil's arm swing back before it collided with his head. The snap. A fumble. Some other football terms Clint never really paid attention too as he was knocked to the ground. His head was throbbing already the moment he tried to pick himself back up again. Remaining on all fours as the world spun around him. The voice commanding him to move forward, to fight, to kill Coulson was fading. But it was still there.
"Boss," Clint's voice came out rough. Almost unrecognizable to himself because it was him speaking. Not the thing that Loki had put back in him. Not the weapon. Clint tried to get back to his feet again before just dropping down and letting his head lay against the cold floor. Slowly drifting in and out of consciousness. "Phil."