It was a personality of aspect that Clint loved about Phil. His optimism. Even if he didn't enjoy the sparse conversations about his hero Captain America -- Clint listened because it was fun to listen to the stories. He probably knew just as much about Steve Rogers and the Howling Commandos as Coulson did because he had spent time listening to what his handler had to say about him. Asked questions when he was bored enough to want to listen to Coulson drone on about the super soldier. Of course, he made fun of Coulson's vintage card collection. He didn't really laugh that much after he had seen the card collection ruined, covered in Phil's blood. Clint had spent the next week or so hunting down the exact same collection. It was more crisp then before. He made sure they looked exactly the same as they had before.
Down to boxing the edges around the Captain America card.
Not that he had shown Phil that collection just yet. He just hid it under his bed. His life didn't exactly make it so he believe that expressing his emotions was a good thing. Not making himself vulnerable. His occupation was just an extension of himself in that way. Snipers were never the most social people in the world. Holding back emotions and guilt were all part of the grand scheme of things because of the guilt that could come with it. It also helped him not get emotionally connected all that much. Even if the Avengers were trying. Trying to worm their ways into his world. Clint honestly didn't know how he felt about it. All he truly knew was that only one person was capable of that so far. And that was Coulson.
The fact of the matter is that Clint knew he would get by in life without Coulson, if the conversation ever struck up. But he just wouldn't...feel as much. It wasn't exactly the best thing to admit too. Clint leaned into his friend, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. "Or just say I just like it. I sleep better when you're around." Because Clint did. The sniper hadn't really thought about what he had said because, even if he was usually straight-forward with most things? This was not one of them. "You work better than sleeping pills." He figured he should add some kind of joke in there as he started walking alongside Phil.
"I'll let you take me to medical later, does that sound okay?" It was more like offering something to just give Phil something to ease up a little bit. A concussion really wasn't something to brush off. But Clint didn't really want to admit to people that, yes. Once again, he had been taken over by Loki. He didn't want to tell Phil that Loki hadn't honestly ordered him back to the SHIELD offices. He had told him to do what he wished. To work independently in his name and he did so with the intent to bring down SHIELD.
He could have been a really good bad guy if he was given the chance.
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Down to boxing the edges around the Captain America card.
Not that he had shown Phil that collection just yet. He just hid it under his bed. His life didn't exactly make it so he believe that expressing his emotions was a good thing. Not making himself vulnerable. His occupation was just an extension of himself in that way. Snipers were never the most social people in the world. Holding back emotions and guilt were all part of the grand scheme of things because of the guilt that could come with it. It also helped him not get emotionally connected all that much. Even if the Avengers were trying. Trying to worm their ways into his world. Clint honestly didn't know how he felt about it. All he truly knew was that only one person was capable of that so far. And that was Coulson.
The fact of the matter is that Clint knew he would get by in life without Coulson, if the conversation ever struck up. But he just wouldn't...feel as much. It wasn't exactly the best thing to admit too. Clint leaned into his friend, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. "Or just say I just like it. I sleep better when you're around." Because Clint did. The sniper hadn't really thought about what he had said because, even if he was usually straight-forward with most things? This was not one of them. "You work better than sleeping pills." He figured he should add some kind of joke in there as he started walking alongside Phil.
"I'll let you take me to medical later, does that sound okay?" It was more like offering something to just give Phil something to ease up a little bit. A concussion really wasn't something to brush off. But Clint didn't really want to admit to people that, yes. Once again, he had been taken over by Loki. He didn't want to tell Phil that Loki hadn't honestly ordered him back to the SHIELD offices. He had told him to do what he wished. To work independently in his name and he did so with the intent to bring down SHIELD.
He could have been a really good bad guy if he was given the chance.