cape_kore | audio ✖ clint barton ✖ oo2

[Private]

What the fuck did I do, Barton?

You didn't tell me, Coulson.

What didn't I tell you? I tell you everything. I practically tell you when I take a piss.

Where are you?

He's here. He's alive.

What good would telling you have done?

I'm not apologising.

Edited 2012-10-23 07:34 (UTC)

The whole showdown with Loki at noon jus' skip your mind a little then, sir? [ Clint's pretty sure you do tell him that though, Phil. :| ]

Out. 'll come back when I need to.

You didn't think it was a good idea to tell me 'bout how I killed my boss, Nat? That just...skipped your mind a little bit?

[ A pause. ]

I deserved to know.

Clint, the last thing I remember, I was about to go after him.

[He's already running out the door.]

Where are you? [He sort of has an idea, though. Clint always heads for higher ground and not much is higher than the lighthouse.]

Why the fuck would you do that, Coulson? You knew what he could do.

[ Clint's...of course, on higher ground. He's practically deciding to camp out there for the duration of their time there. ]

It doesn't matter.

( snapped harshly )

Zatknisʹ!

( softer and gentler )

It wasn't you, lastochka. It was Loki. Nothing that you did was your fault. Nothing. And if you continue to insist it is, like an idiot, I have no qualms about delivering more cognitive recalibration until you understand.

( a sigh )

I've had a lot on my mind.

English, Nat.

[ He all but sort of growls. He doesn't have his online translator he doesn't know what she's saying. ]

I'm at the tail-end of a concussion...hit me some more 'n I'll probably forget the last five years of my life. [ Actually...that would be sort of nice. ] How wasn't it my fault? I practically helped the bastard plan the entire thing.

Also...no fuckin' shit. Coulson says you've gone bipolar on us. Shooting him one minute and helping him out the next.

( emphasising each word )

It. Was. Not. Your. Fault. I refuse to discuss it further. If you choose to be an idiot, that is your decision.

No. There is apparently another version of myself here. That is not what I've been preoccupied about.

( Private )

Zimoy Soldata.

I also knew that he had you and that someone needed to do something. Everyone else was busy and I couldn't just sit back and let him win.

[He's running as he's talking, out of breath as he runs into the lighthouse and up the winding metal stairs to the top.]

Could you? [At the landing, he's panting and bending over to catch his breath as he looks at Clint.]

I always choose to be an idiot. You know me.

...huh.

[ Private ]

What the actual fuck Nat. He's been here since we arrived?

[ Clint stands up where he was sitting, legs swung over the edge before looking down at his friend. His friend who was dead "apparently". He couldn't help but think if he had been there the difference in all of it would have made sure Phil didn't end up dead. ]

I...you died, Phil. Or you will die. [ None of that made sense. ] What am I supposed to do? [ Without Phil covering his ass back home. Without Phil. ]

I do know you. Which is why I know it wasn't your fault.

( Private )

I saw him, after I slapped Phil for dying. We spoke.

I know. [He takes those last few steps, closing the distance between them.] I don't know what to do, either. Tasha slapped me. You could do that, if it makes you feel better.

[He sighs.] It's not like I want to die, Clint. I don't want to leave you--either of you.

[Losing either of them would hurt so much. He's afraid of dying, but it's so much easier to focus on them. They need him. Who's going to give Clint orders that he actually takes or understand what Natasha's saying when she isn't talking?]

'm not slapping you. Only women slap people. [ Men punched...or just hid on top of a lighthouse because reality hurt. ]

You weren't supposed to die, Phil. [ Clint's voice cracked a little. But otherwise he maintained his composure. How else would he manage life in SHIELD. Nat and Phil made it livable. He knew the moment he went back and Phil wasn't there he was going to be forced to deal with people staring at him accusingly. Everyone knew the damage he did and it was easier to have someone physically there to blame rather than some alien off on another planet. ] You're supposed to be smarter than that. Fuck where everyone else was...Phil.

[ Private ]

Is he going to be a threat?

Yeah, well, maybe I'm not that smart. You weren't supposed to get brainwashed, either.

[He's not sure if he should hug Clint or not. He'd hugged Natasha, but that was different--maybe because Clint wasn't as good at hiding the way he felt and it made things just a little weirder for Phil. He sighed again and wrapped his arms around Clint.]

It isn't your fault.

You're...smarter than a lot of people I know. Smarter than me. [ Clint respected the fuck out of Coulson for a reason. ] Didn't really have much of a say in that, sir.

[ He froze up when Phil wrapped his arms around him, slightly unsure of what to make of it. This, as far as he was concerned, was not normal. ]

I led the attack. Offered up weaknesses. I practically held the door for him on the way into the helicarrier, Phil. Don't tell me it wasn't my fault. It was. I knew everything that went on. [ He hadn't shot Fury in the head from close range...it was a small miracle he had been able to do that. ]

( Private )

I don't know. I don't know what they did to him after I left or how deep it goes.

I just...I don't know.

[ Private ]

Well...what do you think we should do? Try the...cognitive recalibration thing? Tie him to your bed for a little while?

I'm pretty sure I can wrassle him to the ground.

You weren't in control. I don't blame you and anyone who does is going to have to deal with me.

[Phil lets go quickly, arms dropping to his sides, but he stays close. He's not sure what else he can say. He doesn't blame Clint. He couldn't possibly blame him.]

If I wind up back there, you want me to just walk away and risk everything?

( Private )

Enjoyable though it may be, I do not believe tying him to my bed would help.

And he would most likely wipe the floor with you.

[ Private ]

Well, don't miss your opportunity to get freaky.

[ A pause. ]

...probably, yeah. But it's worth a shot.

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