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[ Clint's still in bed after being...attacked by the crazy guy with a gun and choked out by a certain chick's thighs. He didn't know what was more difficult right at the moment, focusing on the world around him or trying to figure out where he was. ]

Phil? [ He stared a bit on the bracelet on his wrist, blinking. ] Nat? Someone wanna explain to me what the hell is goin' on here or are we just waitin' until I figure it out myself. [ He pressed his face against the pillow with a low groan. ] Goddammit.

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[Phil moved closer, voice dropping to a whisper.]

Good. I don't trust anyone other than you right now. Earlier, Natasha shot at me and acted like she had no clue who I was, then she acted like it had never happened less than an hour later.

I'll work with them, but I'm not giving them anything that I don't think they should have.

[ Clint looked puzzled for a moment. That didn't sound like Natasha at all. It didn't bode well in his opinion. ]

Maybe whatever got us here is messin' with her mind a little? [ Which wasn't a good thought. ]

How about the others? Bruce is here...anyone else we might know? And not acting like their bipolar with a case of amnesia?

Banner's acting fine. Assuming Rogers is our Rogers, he hasn't shot at me, but I haven't even talked to him yet.

[He sighs. God, whatever is wrong with Nat is scaring him.]

Do you think Loki could have gotten to her. She didn't have any of the symptoms you did, but she was definitely off when it happened and then she was fine after that.

No sign of Stark? Or...that big guy from Mexico? [ Thor, his mind delivered him the answer. But he didn't correct himself. ]

I doubt Rogers would shoot you, sir. Even then you might still ask for his autograph after. [ He smirks a bit in the other man's direction. Trying for a lighter mode of conversation...possibly failing. ]

You would be able to tell, boss. Loki's hold was the same for everyone under it...like we were his worker drones. [ Clint's smirk faded. He remembered letting loose an arrow on the helicarrier and knowing quite well the outcome of it all. ]

Yeah, well, you only want Stark here so that you can wet yourself over him. [But he's not denying the autograph thing. Clint knows him too well.]

And maybe something else is controlling Nat. Maybe whatever brought us here. [He's almost sorry to ruin Clint's attempt at Levity.]

Clint... if I start acting weird and you think I might hurt either of you, you shoot me. That's an order.

Rude. [ Clint shakes his head. ] I only want Stark here to terrorize the other people.

[ That's just the thought Clint wants in his mind right now. The archer sits there for a moment before pushing him back to his feet, swaying a bit as he stood. The head rush wasn't what he needed right now. ]

Shut the hell up, sir. You know good 'n well I don't listen to stupid ass orders like that.

[Phil's hands are on Clint seconds after he's up, keeping him steady.]

I didn't say to make it lethal. Jesus, Clint, I just don't want you or Nat getting hurt because of me.

[He'd feel terrible. He'd blame himself, the same way he knows Clint would if he knew that Phil had apparently died.]

[ Clint appreciates it. He really does. He leans against Phil a bit, using him as his stabilizer as he had done for many years now. ]

Well...that's where my mind went too. [ The room spun again as he pressed his fingers between his eyes, taking in a deep breath. ] I couldn't handle it if you died, boss. 'd be a wreck. Weeping...probably standing by your grave like one of those losers who can't move on. [ He wouldn't be able too. But as far as anyone else was concerned if they were listening to the conversation...he was just being melodramatic. ] I'll just hit you aside the head with my bow...no long-lasting injuries there, Phil.

[ Clint would blame himself if he knew. ]

I can take some mild head trauma for you.

[Phil can't really picture not having Clint or Natasha. He sends them into dangerous situations all the time, but he knows that they will always come back. He has to have faith in them to.]

For now, just rest up so we can find a way out of here and keep an eye on Nat for any strange behavior.

Did you try hittin' Nat over the head?

[ Clint scowls a bit at that, shaking his head. ]

We could get a better look at the layout of this place...faster if 'm out there.

Are you kidding? She shot at me. I got the fuck out of dodge. I didn't see her again until I pulled you off of her and then she was fine.

[He sighs.] You'll be out there when I know you can stand on your own two feet. Until then, I want you resting so you're in top shape faster.

Well...I woulda tried. Scars get all the ladies.

[ He smirks. ] Sir, yes, sir. [ Which was a lie. ]

You already get more than enough ladies. Leave some for the rest of us.

[He knows Clint is lying, but maybe he'll at least feel bad about lying.]

They started to kick me out when they realized I didn't shut up. You can have 'em, boss.

[ He laughs a bit, moving to lay back down on the bed and dropping his hands over his face. He did feel bad for lying. ] It's not too bad here, right sir?

I don't think they want me. I don't have quite the same appeal. [He gives Clint a warm smile, sitting on the edge of the bed next to Clint.]

It's not too bad, no. There's food and a cute girl who somehow wears more eyeliner than my niece followed us home. She has a crossbow. You'll like her.

You got a different kind of appeal, Phil. [ He didn't move his hands from over his face as he processed what Phil was saying. ]

Crossbows are lazy. But...new friends are always a plus right? Everyone jus' as clueless as we are?

Seems like it. Either they're all clueless or lying.

[He leans back against the headboard, poking Clint's bicep.] And it's not lazy when your arm is literally three times bigger than hers.

You jus' don't meet the right ladies, boss.

[ Clint peeks out from under one of his hands, smiling up at Phil. ] They didn't start out this big. Years of trainin'...not really that difficult.

You know who I was talking about, Agent Smartass. [He flicks Clint's nose lightly, because he can.]

How's the head?

Spell it out for me. Agent Smartass might have a concussion. [ Clint swats at his hand, scoffing a little. ]

...it'll be fine when the room stops spinnin' and there ain't two of you, boss.

You asked me if everyone was just as clueless as we are. They are.

[He moves his hand to Clint's chin.] Look at me.

Oh right...huh.

[ Clint moves his hands, eyes unfocused as he tilts his head up towards Phil. ] 'm fine, boss.

You know that I can tell when you're lying, right?

But you'll be fine with some rest. I didn't even hit you that hard.

I know, Phil. It just makes it better to lie to you... [ Clint didn't have anything to hide from Coulson. He was the only person in the world he never truly hid from.

He enjoyed it wholly. ]

My head begs to differ, boss. [ He chuckles as he rolled over his side, facing towards Phil as he relaxed against the bed. ]

Get some rest, Sleeping Beauty. [He pets Clint's hair.]

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