That was one thing Clint was not aware of. Phil's battle to keep him as his agent rather than allowing him to go off to work with another handler and gaining some ease in his life. It would have been easier for the man, in the early years, if he had just given Clint to another handler. But then again, most handlers would have passed him off when they had the chance. It wasn't something that Clint would have looked forward to but the largest act of betrayal would have come if Phil had done it. He hadn't trusted anyone in the world as much as he trusted Coulson. When the world continuously passed him off because he was too difficult to handle. Phil had kept him with him. There was the idle threat that if he had the chance he would find Clint a new handler. But he was sure, one time, when Clint had taken the threaten all too serious the threats stopped shortly thereafter. It wasn't that he wouldn't have left SHIELD if he had gotten a new handler, it was that he probably would perform with a bigger death wish then he had before.
Clint was lucky to have Coulson. He just never told him that if he didn't have him; working for SHIELD wouldn't be the experience it usually was. The archer tried not to smile when Phil defended the fact that he'd only cheated once, his brow perking up with curiosity. "This feels like cheating to me, Phil." Not that he minded. When Coulson's hand was going up and down his back, it was the easiest way to lull Clint into sleep. He was a simple sort of guy when it came to things like this.
"Like what? C'mon Coulson, what would I do if something happened to you? Only one of us is allowed to drive themselves into the ground. You're the reasonable one." He was sure he would have found him eventually. He wasn't sure if Phil knew that however. Clint didn't like the idea of being out there, off the grid, and his friend would be beating himself back at home because he couldn't find him. He made the mental note to always have the intention to return back to SHIELD and to Phil now. Or put more effort into it, just to make sure Phil was going to be eating and things like that. Not that Clint usually didn't call anyway. A day with even a small conversation with Phil was a day wasted in Clint's opinion.
The distance between them was nice, Clint could feel Phil's breath on his face. Study the tired lines in his face. All the while thinking Please don't leave me repeatedly. Silently he moved to close the distance between them both, pressing his lips against Phil's. He was waiting. Waiting for Coulson to push him away and hoping he wouldn't.
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Date: 2012-06-05 06:42 pm (UTC)Clint was lucky to have Coulson. He just never told him that if he didn't have him; working for SHIELD wouldn't be the experience it usually was. The archer tried not to smile when Phil defended the fact that he'd only cheated once, his brow perking up with curiosity. "This feels like cheating to me, Phil." Not that he minded. When Coulson's hand was going up and down his back, it was the easiest way to lull Clint into sleep. He was a simple sort of guy when it came to things like this.
"Like what? C'mon Coulson, what would I do if something happened to you? Only one of us is allowed to drive themselves into the ground. You're the reasonable one." He was sure he would have found him eventually. He wasn't sure if Phil knew that however. Clint didn't like the idea of being out there, off the grid, and his friend would be beating himself back at home because he couldn't find him. He made the mental note to always have the intention to return back to SHIELD and to Phil now. Or put more effort into it, just to make sure Phil was going to be eating and things like that. Not that Clint usually didn't call anyway. A day with even a small conversation with Phil was a day wasted in Clint's opinion.
The distance between them was nice, Clint could feel Phil's breath on his face. Study the tired lines in his face. All the while thinking Please don't leave me repeatedly. Silently he moved to close the distance between them both, pressing his lips against Phil's. He was waiting. Waiting for Coulson to push him away and hoping he wouldn't.