Clint wanted to do anything but stay conscious right at the moment. Luckily he had been one of those people who knew what it was like to have a concussion and the regular steps after having one inflicted upon you as he struggled to keep his eyes open. His eyes were still a bit clouded, the trickster's control receding slowly from him. He had been lucky. Tasha was no where near as warm as Phil was. The reassuring squeeze on his arm kept him there rather than fading into the black. His voice kept him focused on something that wasn't the drilling sensation behind his eyes as his hand squeezed into a fist as he tried to push himself back to his feet now. Moving to get to his feet so Coulson didn't have to amusingly try to get him up by himself.
"...might have?" He fought back a laugh that rattled through his entire body. "You...smacked a pistol against the side of my head, Coulson." Clint's smile tugged at his lips as he tried to keep his outward mood light-hearted. It happened again. At least no one was dead this time as he managed to roll himself into a sitting position, leaning back against the wall. "How 'bout medical just comes to me and I take a nap?" He leaned his head back against the wall, looking up at Coulson as the virus he had put into SHIELD's systems finally reached the part of the stupid computers (Clint never honestly paid attention to any of the technical stuff) and the lights began flickering on and off. Cameras slowly shutting off; one by one.
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Date: 2012-05-31 07:50 am (UTC)"...might have?" He fought back a laugh that rattled through his entire body. "You...smacked a pistol against the side of my head, Coulson." Clint's smile tugged at his lips as he tried to keep his outward mood light-hearted. It happened again. At least no one was dead this time as he managed to roll himself into a sitting position, leaning back against the wall. "How 'bout medical just comes to me and I take a nap?" He leaned his head back against the wall, looking up at Coulson as the virus he had put into SHIELD's systems finally reached the part of the stupid computers (Clint never honestly paid attention to any of the technical stuff) and the lights began flickering on and off. Cameras slowly shutting off; one by one.