What Clint didn't know was that more than a few times early on, Fury had tried to have Clint work with other handlers. Phil refused it, citing reasons that ranged from the fact that they had the highest success rate together to the fact that Clint just wouldn't listen to most people. Eventually, Fury stopped trying to separate them at all. Phil didn't trust other handlers with Clint and he didn't trust Clint to trust the other handlers. His trust in Phil had been hard-won and Phil knew that. Clint would never even try as much with another handler. If being his handler kept Clint alive, Phil would gladly always do it.
Phil wasn't tense, but the air around them was. Clint was so close and he was afraid to speak too loudly. He was afraid to moved closer or further away. He just didn't want to break the moment, so he spoke softly. "I don't cheat. I've only cheated once in my life." It was a Dungeons and Dragons game when he was college. It really didn't count.
"Agent Hill might have brought me a few meals. I had more important things to worry about." It was a testament to how tired he was that he admitted that. He valued their friendship greatly and was generally open about that fact, but that statement might have gone a little too far. At least he managed to stop himself from agreeing that Clint would look better in the spandex. It wasn't that Rogers wasn't an attractive man, but Phil was far more interested in seeing Clint in spandex. Not that he thought Clint's current outfit wasn't attractive, because it was. Very much so.
Clint was right there. He was right there and he'd kissed Phil's cheek and he'd gotten Phil those cards and Phil wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them and kiss him like he was the only thing in the world, but the problem was that sometimes it seemed like he really was and if Phil miscalculated this, he could lose Clint entirely.
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Date: 2012-06-05 08:52 am (UTC)Phil wasn't tense, but the air around them was. Clint was so close and he was afraid to speak too loudly. He was afraid to moved closer or further away. He just didn't want to break the moment, so he spoke softly. "I don't cheat. I've only cheated once in my life." It was a Dungeons and Dragons game when he was college. It really didn't count.
"Agent Hill might have brought me a few meals. I had more important things to worry about." It was a testament to how tired he was that he admitted that. He valued their friendship greatly and was generally open about that fact, but that statement might have gone a little too far. At least he managed to stop himself from agreeing that Clint would look better in the spandex. It wasn't that Rogers wasn't an attractive man, but Phil was far more interested in seeing Clint in spandex. Not that he thought Clint's current outfit wasn't attractive, because it was. Very much so.
Clint was right there. He was right there and he'd kissed Phil's cheek and he'd gotten Phil those cards and Phil wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them and kiss him like he was the only thing in the world, but the problem was that sometimes it seemed like he really was and if Phil miscalculated this, he could lose Clint entirely.