They both seemed cut from similar cloth when it came to things. It was honestly no surprise to most people in SHIELD that Clint was loyal to Coulson. When he had first began working there, most of the time Clint ended up following after Phil. Even when he was supposed to be training with other junior agents. Back then, to him, he was above training with the other junior agents. Now it was the same, but now he could harass them all he wanted too. The one person he harassed with a light-hearted thing in his mind was Phil. Even on his worst days. Clint considered Coulson more like a friend then his boss. More like someone that would affected him profoundly. He didn't have many mentors in his life. He didn't have many people in his life. Clint had been one of those children who were tossed into the system and forgotten. Comically, he'd joined the circus.
Sometimes he wasn't all too happy he had done that. But most of the time he was.
Only because he wouldn't have been recruited by SHIELD if he had just stayed at the orphanage. If he hadn't joined the circus, trained to become the World's Greatest Marksman (and achieved such a goal). If he hadn't gone through the tragedies in his life, the almost one good thing would never have happened. The saying "once you hit rock bottom you can only go up" sprang slightly to mind when he thought about it a lot. He had at some point. When he had first been officially assigned to Phil as his agent. After their first mission that ended with a slight bickering match over the comms and a pat on the back when he achieved the goal he was set out to do. There was a look on Phil's face that day, something that brought it all together. Clint just never pointed it out to him. Out of fear...mostly.
He tried. He was currently trying to keep it all together, trying to force his body from shaking after emptying the contents of his stomach over his friend (by accident). He hadn't honestly meant it. The archer pressed his forehead against Phil's shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'll pay for the dry-cleaning. I will, I promise." He said under his breath as he stayed close to Phil. It was a small comfort really. But a small comfort was better than none at all. "If you wanna help me back to my room I can just pass out for a while...should be okay then." Clint always tried to dodge the infirmary the best he could. Even when he knew he needed to go. Even when he should go.
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Sometimes he wasn't all too happy he had done that. But most of the time he was.
Only because he wouldn't have been recruited by SHIELD if he had just stayed at the orphanage. If he hadn't joined the circus, trained to become the World's Greatest Marksman (and achieved such a goal). If he hadn't gone through the tragedies in his life, the almost one good thing would never have happened. The saying "once you hit rock bottom you can only go up" sprang slightly to mind when he thought about it a lot. He had at some point. When he had first been officially assigned to Phil as his agent. After their first mission that ended with a slight bickering match over the comms and a pat on the back when he achieved the goal he was set out to do. There was a look on Phil's face that day, something that brought it all together. Clint just never pointed it out to him. Out of fear...mostly.
He tried. He was currently trying to keep it all together, trying to force his body from shaking after emptying the contents of his stomach over his friend (by accident). He hadn't honestly meant it. The archer pressed his forehead against Phil's shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'll pay for the dry-cleaning. I will, I promise." He said under his breath as he stayed close to Phil. It was a small comfort really. But a small comfort was better than none at all. "If you wanna help me back to my room I can just pass out for a while...should be okay then." Clint always tried to dodge the infirmary the best he could. Even when he knew he needed to go. Even when he should go.