Clint Barton (thathawkguy) wrote in newalliance, @ 2014-01-15 23:43:00 |
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Coffee. Yes, coffee was the best and it was the only thing keeping him upright after the red eye back from Hong Kong landed a little more than three hours before. He probably should have crashed right after landing but the initial debriefing - and the mention of a subsequent one in a few hours - had left him wired in a way that meant sleep would be a while coming and he had no desire to sit in his own quarters without human contact. Clint liked his own space; it was the reason he kept an apartment away from his military life and commitments there at SHIELD. It didn't mean he was entirely a hermit though he felt like one lately. He had spent more time in a shabby hotel room with an assumed name than he had in his own bed with his own coffeemaker to greet him in the mornings. That was probably the worst part. The lack of decent coffee in some of the places he'd ended up. It was an affront to his contract, really. He should talk to someone about that - though maybe after his brain was firing on all cylinders. In jeans and a faded t-shirt, he looked anything but intimidating at the moment. The bandages (really glorified band-aids for a few superficial cuts after his body met a plate glass window...again) didn't help him look any less scruffy, for that matter. If he'd had time to sleep, maybe the dark circles under his eyes wouldn't have been quite apparent and maybe he wouldn't have looked quite so deadpan. Or lacking humor and most of his personality. If he'd had sleep, he might not have brought a fresh mug of coffee into the lab as if this were a perfect respectable thing to do. Clint padded quietly through the lab, coffee in hand, and tried not to poke at things. That display of self control lasted about five minutes before he was prodding the side of a container holding something that looked like purple jello but he could have sworn had just been green a few moments before. Weren't there supposed to be people working in here? |