Being on Phil's wave-length had become second nature to him. It was also the reason, he was sure, why Fury hadn't reassigned him or passed him off. Maybe even started taking on agents of his own even if he had been there for several years, aiding in the training of many agents when it came to field combat or training to fly. It was because when Clint wasn't around Phil, he just didn't feel like he performed as well. He performed exceptionally during the fight against the Chitauri and on several different missions. He just came back to base a little off. He'd hurt himself in some stupid way or he'd feel like his aim was an inch off target. When he was on missions with Phil, they continued conversations from miles apart over their comms. They didn't even need to be in the same area to know what the other was doing when they were in a work-state of mind. Even to Clint it was a little weird. But he liked the weird little talent he had. It made for one thing to become clear...Fury wouldn't pull them apart.
And Clint really didn't do that well with change. The idea of getting another handler was stressful even if he would have told everyone to "bring it on". He knew it was a lie...and so would everyone else, he was sure.
"You're cheating," he yawned when Phil started running his hand up and down his back. He could get used to this and quietly wanted to. Clint knew his level importance in the Avengers, just as he knew the major staples of his life were unlikely to go away. After all, one had already tried and here he was again. The archer was a bit put down by the lack of a reaction from his handler. He was close enough that he could feel any awkward tension in his body if the kiss had been something to make him feel awkward. Uncomfortable. Clint watched as a feint pink came across his handler's face and he almost tried not to toss his head back and laugh. It was a good sign, he was amusing.
Clint tried to look as if he had been offended when Coulson accused him of wanting to see Steve at his worst. "No. Jeez, I just think I'd look better in the blue spandex, sir." He joked with a wink. His smile quickly disappeared when Phil had said he was looking for him for a week. Had it really been that long? "Let me guess. Hill had to harass you to sleep and eat when I wasn't around. At least I have an excuse for not sleeping the entire time, Phil." Which was...Loki didn't see a point in ordering them to do either. He could have acted on his own but he didn't really see a point when he could have just worked through it all.
He felt Phil's lips against his temple and he didn't really have the same self-control as the other agent, allowing his face to follow his and stopping himself before doing anything that would have the situation get incredibly awkward as he looked him in the eyes. His face only inches away from Phil's. "Sounds like a plan, sir."
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Date: 2012-06-05 08:19 am (UTC)And Clint really didn't do that well with change. The idea of getting another handler was stressful even if he would have told everyone to "bring it on". He knew it was a lie...and so would everyone else, he was sure.
"You're cheating," he yawned when Phil started running his hand up and down his back. He could get used to this and quietly wanted to. Clint knew his level importance in the Avengers, just as he knew the major staples of his life were unlikely to go away. After all, one had already tried and here he was again. The archer was a bit put down by the lack of a reaction from his handler. He was close enough that he could feel any awkward tension in his body if the kiss had been something to make him feel awkward. Uncomfortable. Clint watched as a feint pink came across his handler's face and he almost tried not to toss his head back and laugh. It was a good sign, he was amusing.
Clint tried to look as if he had been offended when Coulson accused him of wanting to see Steve at his worst. "No. Jeez, I just think I'd look better in the blue spandex, sir." He joked with a wink. His smile quickly disappeared when Phil had said he was looking for him for a week. Had it really been that long? "Let me guess. Hill had to harass you to sleep and eat when I wasn't around. At least I have an excuse for not sleeping the entire time, Phil." Which was...Loki didn't see a point in ordering them to do either. He could have acted on his own but he didn't really see a point when he could have just worked through it all.
He felt Phil's lips against his temple and he didn't really have the same self-control as the other agent, allowing his face to follow his and stopping himself before doing anything that would have the situation get incredibly awkward as he looked him in the eyes. His face only inches away from Phil's. "Sounds like a plan, sir."