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.]
[ 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.
[ 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?
[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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[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.]
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[ 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.
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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.
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Yes, boss. [ He does a little salute before smiling at his handler. ] Are you okay...though?
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Of course not, but I will be.
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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.
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[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.]
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[ 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. ]
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[He pushes himself off the railing and starts to follow Clint down the stairs.] You're such a dork.
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[ He grins a bit, shaking his head. ] Your words sting me, sir.
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Those are vintage collectibles, Agent.
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Uh huh...is that what they're calling them these days?
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[Probably not true, but they are worth a pretty high amount.]
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[ ...Clint hardly owns anything, what are you saying Phil. ]
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[Phil certainly think he's worth more than a hobby, even if it is a hobby he really loves.]