Of course, Phil remembered that day. That was the day he'd realized that Clint might just be the good kind of trouble. He could be the kind of trouble that accomplished impossible things and took the missions that no one else could hope to do. Fury hadn't even seen Clint. Hell, Phil barely had. He was impressed. He never stopped being impressed and he never questioned what Clint was capable of. If a human being could do it and Clint was reasonably physically able to do it, Phil knew that Clint would do it and do it well.
The more they worked together, the more things clicked. They had habits and systems that worked for both of them, both in the field and the office. He found that they both bent to each other's habits and quirks easily and without really having to try. Everything between them just fell together and worked and Phil liked it that way. In the field, other agents would remark on the fact that it was like they could read each other's minds, but that was just how they were. Phil could give abbreviated orders, half in code that only Clint understood and Clint could follow everything thought, throwing back equally-coded information. He knew people who'd worked together longer and still hadn't worked up a rapport like the one they had. It was why Phil was able to keep Clint for so long. They were a proven team that worked and no matter what other things Phil might be doing, he'd been pulled from the field many times to go on a mission with Clint.
When Phil noticed Clint fighting sleep, he started to stroke his back, trying to lull him to sleep as he listened to Clint talk. Natasha wasn't going anywhere without telling Clint unless she thought she was protecting him. She was outwardly cold, but she wasn't unfeeling. Phil would be surprised to be wrong about that. Clint is the best pilot when it comes to the quinjet, though. Phil couldn't argue with that.
The kiss on his cheek surprised him. He hoped that he wasn't turning red at all, because his face was definitely heating up. He was trying not to read too much into what Clint did, but it was hard to not read into this. It was hard not to turn his head and follow those lips with his own. The urge tugged at him.
After a moment, Phil smiled. "You just want to give him a bow so that you'll look better than him when he misses everything. And glass houses, Clint. You don't look so great yourself." He sighed. "I've been running around all week looking for you."
Finally, he gave in and tightened his arm around Clint before leaning down to kiss Clint's temple. "We both need sleep."
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Date: 2012-06-05 07:59 am (UTC)The more they worked together, the more things clicked. They had habits and systems that worked for both of them, both in the field and the office. He found that they both bent to each other's habits and quirks easily and without really having to try. Everything between them just fell together and worked and Phil liked it that way. In the field, other agents would remark on the fact that it was like they could read each other's minds, but that was just how they were. Phil could give abbreviated orders, half in code that only Clint understood and Clint could follow everything thought, throwing back equally-coded information. He knew people who'd worked together longer and still hadn't worked up a rapport like the one they had. It was why Phil was able to keep Clint for so long. They were a proven team that worked and no matter what other things Phil might be doing, he'd been pulled from the field many times to go on a mission with Clint.
When Phil noticed Clint fighting sleep, he started to stroke his back, trying to lull him to sleep as he listened to Clint talk. Natasha wasn't going anywhere without telling Clint unless she thought she was protecting him. She was outwardly cold, but she wasn't unfeeling. Phil would be surprised to be wrong about that. Clint is the best pilot when it comes to the quinjet, though. Phil couldn't argue with that.
The kiss on his cheek surprised him. He hoped that he wasn't turning red at all, because his face was definitely heating up. He was trying not to read too much into what Clint did, but it was hard to not read into this. It was hard not to turn his head and follow those lips with his own. The urge tugged at him.
After a moment, Phil smiled. "You just want to give him a bow so that you'll look better than him when he misses everything. And glass houses, Clint. You don't look so great yourself." He sighed. "I've been running around all week looking for you."
Finally, he gave in and tightened his arm around Clint before leaning down to kiss Clint's temple. "We both need sleep."