"When I don't show up for breakfast, lunch, dinner and nap time in your office?" His stomach churned a little. The sniper fighting the nauseated feeling that washed over him. Getting sick wasn't something he necessarily wanted to deal with before smiling a little. "I work for SHIELD. My space is already infringed. I don't think you'd be stepping over any boundaries that I have." He paused for a moment. He didn't think he had any boundaries. He did like when he could sneak away undetected sometimes. By anyone who wasn't Phil that was. Apparently if he was gone for twenty-four hours he put out a personal-issued amber alert with himself.
"Actually please don't do that, Phil."
Clint ignored the throbbing in his head, but if he had known that Maria had made sure Phil at least ate he'd have to give her a gift basket or something. Or not do anything to bother her for a while as he took in a deep breath. "Well, you beat the crap out of me. So I'm guessing you didn't starve. Good on you, boss." He started to laugh as his stomach took the shaking almost to a level up as he leaned forward, lifting his knees up and pressing his forehead against the top of them. "Just kill me the next time it happens, Phil."
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Date: 2012-06-01 03:56 am (UTC)"Actually please don't do that, Phil."
Clint ignored the throbbing in his head, but if he had known that Maria had made sure Phil at least ate he'd have to give her a gift basket or something. Or not do anything to bother her for a while as he took in a deep breath. "Well, you beat the crap out of me. So I'm guessing you didn't starve. Good on you, boss." He started to laugh as his stomach took the shaking almost to a level up as he leaned forward, lifting his knees up and pressing his forehead against the top of them. "Just kill me the next time it happens, Phil."