Their successes weren't usually something that ended up in the news, plastered on front pages like the successes of the Avengers. It just felt more for themselves than for the public who wouldn't really know they were in danger if it was a SHIELD mission that Clint and Phil had been told to perform -- they would have. If they didn't succeed they would get some back up but they usually got things done. It was that fact, Clint always was glad when people said they were starting reassignments of handlers that he was glad when he wasn't. He always held his breath though for the new paperwork that would come with it or some suit to walk over to him in the range to tell him that they were his new handler. He was almost waiting for someone to tell him he didn't need one anymore but none of that ever happened and he breathed a sigh of relief whenever those times passed and he was still with the same person. Still with Phil and still more than happy to hear his voice over the comms whenever they were out working.
Everything seemed to Phil return the kiss, when he felt his arm tighten around him. It really shouldn't rank in the top kisses Clint had experienced in his life, but it was better than any of the ones he really had shared with anyone else. Minus the raging headache, this moment was perfect. He wasn't even thinking too much about the headache, all his thoughts were on Phil around him. He almost followed after Phil when he pulled back, drawing his head back a little when the agent spoke. "Only the ones who look good in a suit." He joked in return, laying his head so he could look Coulson in the eyes. "You've got no idea how long I wanted to do that."
After all, once the can of worms was open. Clint felt comfortable sharing that interesting piece of information with his handler. It was like it always was when he was in an uncertain situation. First he tip-toes around it until he's found something familiar then he moves in. Since Coulson had kissed him back, he figured everything was open game right now.
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Date: 2012-06-06 06:48 am (UTC)Everything seemed to Phil return the kiss, when he felt his arm tighten around him. It really shouldn't rank in the top kisses Clint had experienced in his life, but it was better than any of the ones he really had shared with anyone else. Minus the raging headache, this moment was perfect. He wasn't even thinking too much about the headache, all his thoughts were on Phil around him. He almost followed after Phil when he pulled back, drawing his head back a little when the agent spoke. "Only the ones who look good in a suit." He joked in return, laying his head so he could look Coulson in the eyes. "You've got no idea how long I wanted to do that."
After all, once the can of worms was open. Clint felt comfortable sharing that interesting piece of information with his handler. It was like it always was when he was in an uncertain situation. First he tip-toes around it until he's found something familiar then he moves in. Since Coulson had kissed him back, he figured everything was open game right now.