More than talking about Captain America, Phil had just liked talking to Clint. He liked that Clint would ask him questions and want to hear what Phil had to say. Not that his excitement for the Captain wasn't strong. He was a huge fan and he loved any excuse to talk about him. Clint just tended to give him the most excuses. Most of the other agents would try to change the subject or make it into a joke. Clint listened. Clint asked questions and even listened with a straight face sometimes. It was like he wanted to hear Phil talk about it. It was nice.
The cards had been a big blow for him. Yes, they were worth money, but it was the sentimentality that hurt. It was what they represented. Fury had taken that sentimentality and used it to manipulate the Avengers and while he was glad that they had come together, he wasn't so sure that sacrificing the cards had been necessary. He could have at least left out the really rare ones. Truthfully, he'd felt a little down since he'd found out about the cards. They represented something personal to him that he couldn't recapture, even with the real Captain America being around. It just wasn't the same thing, even if Steve was just about every bit as amazing as Phil had hoped he would be. He still inspired Phil, though. Nothing could change that. He was an inspiring man.
Phil could feel heat rising on the back of his neck at Clint's words and he tightened his grip. He didn't mean it like that. He couldn't. It was just that they were friends. They trusted each other in a way that was hard-won and rare and that was just how they were. Of course Clint could relax and sleep with him around. Clint knew that Phil would protect him. It was his job. He had to know that. "It's my boring voice, right? I can tell you more about Captain Rogers than he can."
He smiled. "I'll have to wake you up every few hours, but we can wait until you've rested to go to medical as long as you promise to let me know if it gets worse." He paused. "And lend me pants." Because he was not about to sit around in pants covered in vomit and he was pretty sure that Clint wouldn't want him to, anyway.
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The cards had been a big blow for him. Yes, they were worth money, but it was the sentimentality that hurt. It was what they represented. Fury had taken that sentimentality and used it to manipulate the Avengers and while he was glad that they had come together, he wasn't so sure that sacrificing the cards had been necessary. He could have at least left out the really rare ones. Truthfully, he'd felt a little down since he'd found out about the cards. They represented something personal to him that he couldn't recapture, even with the real Captain America being around. It just wasn't the same thing, even if Steve was just about every bit as amazing as Phil had hoped he would be. He still inspired Phil, though. Nothing could change that. He was an inspiring man.
Phil could feel heat rising on the back of his neck at Clint's words and he tightened his grip. He didn't mean it like that. He couldn't. It was just that they were friends. They trusted each other in a way that was hard-won and rare and that was just how they were. Of course Clint could relax and sleep with him around. Clint knew that Phil would protect him. It was his job. He had to know that. "It's my boring voice, right? I can tell you more about Captain Rogers than he can."
He smiled. "I'll have to wake you up every few hours, but we can wait until you've rested to go to medical as long as you promise to let me know if it gets worse." He paused. "And lend me pants." Because he was not about to sit around in pants covered in vomit and he was pretty sure that Clint wouldn't want him to, anyway.