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[beenunmade]

[ 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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[beenunmade]

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

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

[theshield_agent]

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.]

[beenunmade]

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?

[theshield_agent]

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.

[beenunmade]

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?

[theshield_agent]

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.

[beenunmade]

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.

[theshield_agent]

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

How's the head?

[beenunmade]

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.

[theshield_agent]

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.

[beenunmade]

Oh right...huh.

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

[theshield_agent]

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.

[beenunmade]

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. ]

[theshield_agent]

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

[beenunmade]

You're lucky I like ya. [ Clint grins a bit, allowing himself drift off to sleep. If his arm had found its way around Phil...that was just an accident. ]