clint barton sees better from a distance (tobeunmade) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-07-14 11:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | clint barton / hawkeye (mcu), phil coulson (mcu) |
Who: Clint Barton and Phil Coulson.
What: Clint is pissed at Phil. Phil wants to talk.
Where: Clint's apartment.
When: Early July 9 (backdated).
Rating: TBD.
Status: In progress.
Clint hadn't exactly planned on sleeping with the mayor of a quaint, but apparently highly magical, small town in the Maine of a parallel reality. He wasn't even sure you could plan something like that, but he definitely hadn't. It had just sort of happened. He'd been drinking because it was Phil's birthday and Phil was dead and that, no matter what the SHIELD psych department or Tasha or anyone else said, was his fault. And then he'd been drinking because Phil wasn't dead, he was actually a lying liar who lied. And then he'd been talking to Regina and she'd been interesting and charming and he could just tell that she needed a friend. So he'd reached out to her. And that had turned into drinks and falling into bed, and it was better than focusing on the bone deep feeling of betrayal left by the knowledge that Phil had lied to him. That Phil had let him believe he had caused the death of one of the two most important people in his life. It was just easier not to let himself think about it, to focus on Regina and what was happening than to let himself feel the full depth of hurt and anger at what Phil and Fury had done.
The sex had been good, awesome really, and he hadn't even minded when Regina had left shortly afterward. He still had every intention of making her like him, of finding a way to build a friendship there. But staying the night would have meant something, probably, and he wasn't very good with somethings. It felt like he had only just passed out, uneasy in the new and wholly unfamiliar environment with one hand on the arrow he kept under his pillow and the other hanging off the bed and wrapped securely around his bow, when a knock to the door woke him. He didn't bother checking the time, just grabbed for his jeans from the floor and yanked them on, not bothering with anything else. He figured it was Regina, having left something behind in her hurry to get back to her own home. "Hey," he said tiredly, opening the door, "you forget somethi-" He trailed off, the sight of Phil on the other side like a punch straight to the gut. Of course he'd forgotten about the order to meet with him and the subsequent threat of hunting him down. He was tempted to slam the door in the other man's face, nothing more than he deserved for what he'd done, but his head ached and he was certain the noise would actually kill him. "What do you want?" As much as he wanted to sound angry or indignant, the words came out tired and resigned, hurt laced through them.