At first, it had been about giving Clint something consistent. Phil could see that Clint needed that more than anything and he wanted to give him as stable a groundwork as SHIELD could offer. After that, it was more about the way they worked together, the fact that their success rate was so high and that he knew Clint wouldn't do as well if he was given to another handler. Then it had become selfish. He wanted Clint around. Even if the other reasons weren't there, he would have fought to keep him because he liked working with him and he liked being with him.
Phil would look for any missing agent. He would, but not with the level of obsessiveness that he would throw into finding Clint. Maybe he couldn't pass that off as friendship and that was fine. Scared as he was of losing Clint's friendship, he was more scared of losing Clint entirely. If something really did happen to Clint, he probably would run on empty for a long time and there was nothing he could do about that. He would do his best, but he couldn't even promise that his field work wouldn't suffer for it.
Suddenly, it was like Clint had read his mind and he was leaning up to kiss Phil. For a moment, Phil was frozen. He was surprised and unsure of where this had even come from on Clint's side. Then, he was closing his eyes and kissing back, arm tightening around Clint. He moved his lips over Clint's, slow but sure. If this was a mistake, he was going to enjoy it, at least.
Clint thought he was the reasonable one, but he was far from reasonable where Clint was concerned. He probably always would be. Clint was special. He was important to Phil in a way that very few people were.
Phil pulled back slowly, just enough to speak. "Tell me you don't kiss everyone who gives you head trauma like that."
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Date: 2012-06-05 07:47 pm (UTC)Phil would look for any missing agent. He would, but not with the level of obsessiveness that he would throw into finding Clint. Maybe he couldn't pass that off as friendship and that was fine. Scared as he was of losing Clint's friendship, he was more scared of losing Clint entirely. If something really did happen to Clint, he probably would run on empty for a long time and there was nothing he could do about that. He would do his best, but he couldn't even promise that his field work wouldn't suffer for it.
Suddenly, it was like Clint had read his mind and he was leaning up to kiss Phil. For a moment, Phil was frozen. He was surprised and unsure of where this had even come from on Clint's side. Then, he was closing his eyes and kissing back, arm tightening around Clint. He moved his lips over Clint's, slow but sure. If this was a mistake, he was going to enjoy it, at least.
Clint thought he was the reasonable one, but he was far from reasonable where Clint was concerned. He probably always would be. Clint was special. He was important to Phil in a way that very few people were.
Phil pulled back slowly, just enough to speak. "Tell me you don't kiss everyone who gives you head trauma like that."