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☼ - beyondmysights

SEND ☼ TO HEAR THE WORDS THAT MY MUSE WOULD WHISPER TO YOURS ONLY WHEN THEY THINK YOUR MUSE IS FAST ASLEEP

He’s been listening to Clint breathe for the past ten minutes, there’s a steady beep of a machine that Jim does his best to ignore, focusing solely on the man laying near motionless, save for the slow rise and fall of his chest. It’s past midnight, but the room is flooded with light. 

     Because it didn’t matter how much or how little light there was coming off of the fluorescent bulbs that line the ceiling, the man in the gurney wouldn’t be bothered by it, nor would he be bothered by the worried look on the Colonel’s face as he sits, and listens, to any changes in Clint’s breath.

"You’re a fucking idiot—" He starts, cut off by his own voice catching in his throat, and that’s all it takes to make him look away.

"You can’t— What did you think would happen? I can’t see you at all times— and you can’t— 

     You can’t just rush in and try to prove you’re still hot shit.” He leans back in his chair, a frustrated sigh pushing past his lips. Jim doesn’t speak for a few moments, mentally going over all the reprimands he wants to say, but doesn’t. 

It takes him a few minutes to finally speak again.

          “Just, be more careful next time— 

                                 Fucker.”

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    " ---- you shut your face! Don't think I won't       hesitate to kick you off the fucking balcony.       Then we'll see who can fucking fly.

As for you -- you think he needs counselling? How the hell am I supposed to trust anyone when you both conspired to murder my pet!"

  "Fine. A viking funeral it is; we’ll shove his revolting carcass off the New York Harbor on the mattress he utterly ruined by dragging his fat, shameful, soulless body across it.           I hope he does show up. This time I’ll bring a camera to record you while you sing along.”

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[1:46:32 PM] Thran: hey if you wanna go cop verse Thran would punish Clint by making him touch his weird shaved brows while making full eye contact [1:46:43 PM] Clint: hsAHFASZM,xc [1:46:53 PM] Thran: don’t even think about blinking [1:47:02 PM] Thran: look me in the eye you piece of shit [1:47:09 PM] Clint: uit hurts ot breate74 [1:47:15 PM] Clint: actula rtears [1:47:16 PM] Thran: now touch the other one [1:47:20 PM] Clint: jfsafSKLDZX>< [1:47:36 PM] Tony: this is getting weird

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   " Yeah? And I hope that every boner      in the next year is lost to the vague      and paranoid suspicion that Henry      has somehow managed to return to      your bed.

             ---- do you think Thor'll come? He probably              knows a few good mourning ballads."

       ”—— You disgust me. I hope you cried.”

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    "Neither of you assholes is on my Christmas      card list this year. And you're both totally      paying for the funeral."

  "Launched him like a big hairy rocket clear off the balcony.

     Farewell, Henry.”

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  " ---- great, let's throw all Clint's friends     off the balcony.

         How would you like it if I just kicked Tony ass-first          off the 17th floor?"

  "Launched him like a big hairy rocket clear off the balcony.

     Farewell, Henry.”

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   " ---- he did what with him?"

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   "Nice reason. You've been spending too      much time around me."

"Merida, shut up for a sec." Jim places both hands on Clint's shoulders and hesitates. "Don't move." His hands slide up to cup the agent's face and he presses a chaste kiss to Clint's lips.

   ”Shutting up and not moving really aren’t my——”

                 ”—thing. What was that for?”

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"Merida, shut up for a sec." Jim places both hands on Clint's shoulders and hesitates. "Don't move." His hands slide up to cup the agent's face and he presses a chaste kiss to Clint's lips.

   ”Shutting up and not moving really aren’t my——”

                 ”—thing. What was that for?”

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[Nuzzles against the younger man.] "Hello, my Hawk."

[ He doesn’t respond.

       At least, not verbally; his head tilts a little to       allow the man better access, and something       that might be a considered a smile pulls at       one side of his mouth. ]

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     "----oh.

           Suppose I should have expected that. You're a paranoid little bitch, you know that?

            Your couch and I are old friends. We haven't caught up in a while. 'Bout time, right?"

     ”— Of course there are. How do you think I knew it was you? You’re a lot of things, Barton, and while unobservant certainly isn’t one of them, hammered definitely is.

     Are you staying?”

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  "If you hadn't been, I'd just have woken you.

I don't trip trip wires. I'm a spy. I set trip wires. There could be trip wires all up in your place right now."

  "And you came all this way just to hear them. You’re lucky I was awake. Should I be calling someone to let them know to check their trip wires?"

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   "You say the sweetest things to me."

  "Hypothetically, then.

     You’ve come out of worse looking better.”

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   "Do I look like I fell on a car?

I mean, I could make an effort on the way out, if you like."

       ”I’m sure.

Was it a red convertible, or were you speaking hypothetically?”

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  "When I plummet, it's never to my death. There's always a     a friendly car to break my fall."

  "Not quite.

     But it’s nice to know you found your way through my fifth story window without plummeting to your death.”

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    "Thoroughly.

--by compromised you mean absolutely    shit-faced, right?"

"— I don’t play this game, Barton.

     Were you compromised?”

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    "Where else would I go?"

       ”Then I’d say my assumption was correct.

Answer it.”