Clint liked the crazy, secretly muscular side of Coulson as embarrassing as that sounded. Agents of SHIELD were usually much like Coulson...people didn't know the majority about them until they revealed it in the last five seconds of the game when everyone was afraid to rely on the guy who seemed like a pencil pusher. When it was the first time around with Coulson? Clint knew there was more than meets the eye with the unassuming man who had showed up at the circus. Even if he didn't outwardly say it during that first meeting, Clint was sure the man had known all about him even after offering him a job. It was just the look in his eyes that told him there was much more to Clint than being some guy who performed for a screaming crowd day in and day out.
He hadn't joined SHIELD to become of something bigger. He might have joined them to help people. But ultimately, he wanted to see the pencil pusher surprise him. He hadn't stopped doing it yet. Clint had decided that every time they were together, he learned something new. Something that was both thrilling and nearly shock worthy by how it seemed. The archer had been stuck to the man ever since. It helped when it came to people who attempted to see if he wanted to team up with them on certain missions. He didn't. He told them straight to their faces that he wasn't interested but ended up going when Coulson met up with him to tell him where they were going and where he wanted him. He was a simple guy. People could give orders, he wouldn't follow them unless he respected the person talking. Coulson gave orders, he followed them because...well, it was Coulson. Clint had done a lot of ridiculously stupid things in his life, Phil (or Tasha) usually saved him from those stupid decisions.
This, however, was not a stupid decision. Clint looked up at Phil, falling in love with the fact that this moment had finally happened. The world could have been burning and unless someone called and told them they were needed, Clint would have been fine with just letting it burn while he laid beside Phil. "I jump off buildings when it comes to head trauma. I think this is a step in a good direction." He laughed, fingers running up and down Phil's side where his hand rested. He really didn't know the extent of Phil's feelings. His handler might have just gone along with it because of the state Clint was in right now. Not because it was something that he wanted for himself.
That doubt was quickly pushed away when Phil smiled. "Oh yeah? Whew," he breathed an almost sigh of relief at that. The chuckle that filled the space between them was half because he was relieved and the other half...because he didn't know what else to do but express that he was in a good place right now. Considering where he was a couple hours ago. This was a good change. Dramatic change yes. But good just the same. "If this was only one-sided it could have gotten very awkward, very quick."
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He hadn't joined SHIELD to become of something bigger. He might have joined them to help people. But ultimately, he wanted to see the pencil pusher surprise him. He hadn't stopped doing it yet. Clint had decided that every time they were together, he learned something new. Something that was both thrilling and nearly shock worthy by how it seemed. The archer had been stuck to the man ever since. It helped when it came to people who attempted to see if he wanted to team up with them on certain missions. He didn't. He told them straight to their faces that he wasn't interested but ended up going when Coulson met up with him to tell him where they were going and where he wanted him. He was a simple guy. People could give orders, he wouldn't follow them unless he respected the person talking. Coulson gave orders, he followed them because...well, it was Coulson. Clint had done a lot of ridiculously stupid things in his life, Phil (or Tasha) usually saved him from those stupid decisions.
This, however, was not a stupid decision. Clint looked up at Phil, falling in love with the fact that this moment had finally happened. The world could have been burning and unless someone called and told them they were needed, Clint would have been fine with just letting it burn while he laid beside Phil. "I jump off buildings when it comes to head trauma. I think this is a step in a good direction." He laughed, fingers running up and down Phil's side where his hand rested. He really didn't know the extent of Phil's feelings. His handler might have just gone along with it because of the state Clint was in right now. Not because it was something that he wanted for himself.
That doubt was quickly pushed away when Phil smiled. "Oh yeah? Whew," he breathed an almost sigh of relief at that. The chuckle that filled the space between them was half because he was relieved and the other half...because he didn't know what else to do but express that he was in a good place right now. Considering where he was a couple hours ago. This was a good change. Dramatic change yes. But good just the same. "If this was only one-sided it could have gotten very awkward, very quick."