It was all a level respect when it came to Clint. He respected Phil...he just showed it through all the crap he put him through. At the beginning, at the middle, and presently. The archer didn't respect (or like) a lot of people. When he was younger he had always felt as though the world had given up on him, so he had just given up on the world. It was mostly Phil who had instilled that there was still a little hope out there in the world. It was just his job to make sure that it didn't fade into the darkness. Their jobs to make sure it didn't do that. Clint had felt though his hope in the world had been sucked out the moment someone mentioned that Phil Coulson had been killed in action during the Loki fight.
When he had seen him again. Wounded, yes. But alive. His hope in the world had ignitated once again. Then again with everything that had happened since then, Clint's optimism was fading as he buried his face against Phil's finely pressed suit. He really wanted to just whine about how much his head hurt. But Clint Barton didn't whine. Unless it was to Phil because he found that socially acceptable for him. Phil was a lot of things to him. When Phil sounded like he was ready to get up and go, Clint was slowly moving to his feet. His balance was a little better but it was all affected by his concussed head and the fact...he just thought if he spent a little time with Coulson everything would be better for him. He held out his hand to help Phil to his feet, leaning against the wall just in case his balance gave way again.
"I'll try not to cuddle you this time. But I make no promises whatsoever." He forced a smile to his face as he looked down at his handler.
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Date: 2012-06-03 12:22 am (UTC)When he had seen him again. Wounded, yes. But alive. His hope in the world had ignitated once again. Then again with everything that had happened since then, Clint's optimism was fading as he buried his face against Phil's finely pressed suit. He really wanted to just whine about how much his head hurt. But Clint Barton didn't whine. Unless it was to Phil because he found that socially acceptable for him. Phil was a lot of things to him. When Phil sounded like he was ready to get up and go, Clint was slowly moving to his feet. His balance was a little better but it was all affected by his concussed head and the fact...he just thought if he spent a little time with Coulson everything would be better for him. He held out his hand to help Phil to his feet, leaning against the wall just in case his balance gave way again.
"I'll try not to cuddle you this time. But I make no promises whatsoever." He forced a smile to his face as he looked down at his handler.