cape_kore | audio ✖ clint barton ✖ oo2

Don't...get pissed at Banner for tellin' me. I made him. [ Clint could be threatening when he wanted to be...especially when wanted something. The archer moves, pulling himself up before sitting on top of the railing and swinging his feet over the edge. ]

I know. Maybe...[ He looks down at the other man, nudging him a bit with his arm. ] Maybe we should thank whatever higher power that we're here and not on the helicarrier, right now? [ If he could prolong this he would. ]

I'm not pissed at Banner. [How could he be? Banner had no way of knowing that Clint would take it like this.]

Maybe. [He turns a little to smile at Clint.] You know that it's going to be okay, right?

[ Clint scoots a bit on the railing, shutting his eyes for a moment.

He didn't think it was. ] If you say so, sir. I jus' ain't seeing it.

I'm here right now, Clint. It hasn't happened, but even if it does, you'll be okay without me. One of us was bound to not come back from something one day.

[ Clint took in a deep breath. ] It wasn't supposed to be you, sir. [ It was supposed to be Clint. Phil was supposed always be that voice in his ear. The man who guided him. He was supposed to outlive him. ]

[There's a sinking feeling in Phil's chest. The idea of losing Clint isn't something he ever wants to let himself dwell on, even though he knows that he sends the man into deadly situations all the time.]

And then what? I feel bad and you don't have to worry about it because you're dead?

[ Clint turns his head to face Phil, with a look of resolution in his eyes. ]

Then I wouldn't have to live in a world without you, Phil.

Great. [Phil pushes himself off of the railing.] And what about the rest of us?

[He starts to head for the stairs, not looking at Clint.]

God, do you have any idea how self-centered you're being?

It's not a well thought out idea. [ Clint's ideas were hardly well thought out...but he figured Nat and Phil were good at tucking it down.

Clint would just become self-destructive and he knew it. ]

Does it matter? It's all just... hypothetical shit, boss. [ When they get back...he's sure it might just play out just as it did before. Clint would go bouncing around from handler to handler. The archer leaned forward, elbows on his knees and hunching his shoulders a little. Trying to disappear. ]

Don't you even think about getting yourself killed.

[Phil shakes his head. Clint always plays fast and loose with his own safety and Phil is always the voice in his ear, yelling at him to be more careful. Does Clint think he's just saying that because he's supposed to?]

If you care about any of us, then you'll get it in your thick skull that you're just as important to us as we are to you. [More, really, but Clint doesn't need to know that. Phil isn't stupid.]

'm the picture of safety, sir.

[ So says the man who is sitting on the railing on top of the lighthouse. Also...he kind of does. ]

My skull's pretty thick...it might take a bit more knockin' around to get me to understand that. [ Clint looks over his shoulder at Phil. ] I do...care though, boss.

[Phil turns around to face him again.]

Then stop thinking that it's better if it's you. It's not and I'd be happy to hit you again if that's what it takes to get that in there.

[ By the time he's turned around to face him again, Clint's gotten to his feet. Standing on top of the railing with his hands tucked into his pockets. He's done the balancing act enough to not fall. ]

Yes, boss. [ He does a little salute before smiling at his handler. ] Are you okay...though?

[He eyes Clint. He's used to Clint doing this, but it doesn't completely erase the unease of watching it.]

Of course not, but I will be.

[ Clint grins a bit down at his boss before hopping down to be on his level, folding his arms in front of his chest. ]

Well, you got me here, sir. I tend to make you feel a little better right? [ He steps over to his boss, shrugging a bit to himself before wrapping his arms around him for a brief hug. He patted his shoulder before starting down the stairs. ] I got your back, sir.

I know. [He leans against the railing again, watching Clint go.] I've never questioned that. I've got your back, too.

[Clint and Natasha had earned his trust so long ago and so thoroughly that not trusting them seems counter-intuitive. They're the people he counts on first and foremost. Maybe his trust and attachment to Clint is a little less than professional at times, but he keeps it professional on the surface and that's all that matters.]

[ Clint turns around on his heels, looking up at his boss. ] Well...are you coming down with me or jus' gonna stand up here like a weirdo?

[ He practically bounced in place where he was standing with a smile on his face. Questioning Clint's loyalty to Phil went similar along the lines if someone questioned that the world was flat and not round. Questioning if Clint's feelings towards him were strictly profession was...not the same as that. But Phil didn't need to know that and he wouldn't tell him. ]

[Phil laughs.] Well, I was going to be a weirdo, but I guess I can come be a weirdo with you.

[He pushes himself off the railing and starts to follow Clint down the stairs.] You're such a dork.

Me? I'm not a weirdo. That's all you and your Captain America Memorabilia. I'm normal.

[ He grins a bit, shaking his head. ] Your words sting me, sir.

[Phil catches up to walk next to Clint and flicks his ear.]

Those are vintage collectibles, Agent.

Hey! [ Clint tries to swat at his hand with a smile. ]

Uh huh...is that what they're calling them these days?

They're worth more than everything in your apartment.

[Probably not true, but they are worth a pretty high amount.]

've got no doubt they're worth more than everything in my apartment. They're probably worth more than all my stuff, fifty virgins, and myself.

[ ...Clint hardly owns anything, what are you saying Phil. ]

Don't sell yourself short. You're a pretty rare commodity.

[Phil certainly think he's worth more than a hobby, even if it is a hobby he really loves.]

audio ✖ clint barton ✖ oo2

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