Phil couldn't remember ever not being an optimist, even if he was an overly-cautious one. He saw the best in things, even when there wasn't much to see. He had to. With all the horrible things they saw in their line of work, it was what kept him sane. It was why he'd always loved the idea of Captain America so much. He was a testament to the idea that everyone could make a difference if they wanted to. Yes, he saw the best in everyone, but especially Clint, who was impossible to completely control but so good at what he did and so ready to take risks for others. Clint was an enigma from the start, but Phil had seen something in him. He'd known there was something about Clint that was special and it wasn't just his ability to shoot.
He knew that Clint tried to hold a lot in. He didn't like to be vulnerable and he held back his feelings and when he was in pain. Phil had some skill when it came to seeing through this, but he wished that he didn't have to, especially because he knew that Clint was more open with him than most others. If something happened to Phil--and it almost had--who was going to make sure that Clint took care of himself?
He stood right after Clint, hovering close. Clint still looked uneasy on his feet and Phil was going to catch him if he fell. That was just a fact. He wrapped an arm around Clint's waist, pulling the man's weight against his side. "I'll let you blame in on the concussion this time."
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Date: 2012-06-03 01:15 am (UTC)He knew that Clint tried to hold a lot in. He didn't like to be vulnerable and he held back his feelings and when he was in pain. Phil had some skill when it came to seeing through this, but he wished that he didn't have to, especially because he knew that Clint was more open with him than most others. If something happened to Phil--and it almost had--who was going to make sure that Clint took care of himself?
He stood right after Clint, hovering close. Clint still looked uneasy on his feet and Phil was going to catch him if he fell. That was just a fact. He wrapped an arm around Clint's waist, pulling the man's weight against his side. "I'll let you blame in on the concussion this time."