Only when he had murmured it out through his hands, still tiredly folded beneath his forehead, Clint could somehow think through what an escalation like this would mean. Not only for him- if it had been just him, maybe he would already have been on the way to the next airport to tell Fury personally all the ways to fuck himself. With kind regards to the Council.
But this was about Natasha too, about all the things she was ready to do for him, that she certainly didn't have to risk. Partners, always, through all this. She meant it, when she said it, and that new proof shining through her resolute way of handling the problem, was exactly the anchor he had been searching for. To hold on to violently shake off his hurt pride and the acid of anger seeping through his veins. To think clear for at least a few seconds.
Standard procedure, and partly his fault. For not asking for permission before the damn booking and then not answering the phone. That didn't make it right, not at all, but his anger he had to direct on this whole fuckery that the authorities had gotten him into after New York, not this new crisis.
They would probably be able to solve this, tomorrow, with cool heads. He had enough faith in Natasha's negotiation skills to believe that. The rest was just formalities then.
But if they did this now, on too much emotion, chances were pretty good, they'd get themselves into even more trouble. Meaning, tomorrow would be pretty much canceled. He couldn't have that. He needed to get the fuck out of here to sort his life over, now more than ever.
"Wait a second."
His hand still felt too cold, too heavy, but he managed to reach out for her, softly cup her thigh before he reached for her bag.
"You can have it back right away."
There was just one program on his phone he needed to check, ignoring the new incoming messages as well as another incoming call, and at least that check ended positively.
"Didn't find my new private account. New one after everything I had saved before New York was gone. Not too much on it, but enough to finish up here."
He put the phone back from where he had taken it and nodded shortly at the shops around, the people, whose cheerful chattering and business over mostly so trivial things suddenly seemed further away than ever to him.
"Maybe it's enough if you write him that we'll both be in tomorrow. I don't... I shouldn't do that now. That wouldn't end well."
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Date: 2014-01-03 08:04 pm (UTC)From:Only when he had murmured it out through his hands, still tiredly folded beneath his forehead, Clint could somehow think through what an escalation like this would mean. Not only for him- if it had been just him, maybe he would already have been on the way to the next airport to tell Fury personally all the ways to fuck himself. With kind regards to the Council.
But this was about Natasha too, about all the things she was ready to do for him, that she certainly didn't have to risk. Partners, always, through all this. She meant it, when she said it, and that new proof shining through her resolute way of handling the problem, was exactly the anchor he had been searching for. To hold on to violently shake off his hurt pride and the acid of anger seeping through his veins. To think clear for at least a few seconds.
Standard procedure, and partly his fault. For not asking for permission before the damn booking and then not answering the phone. That didn't make it right, not at all, but his anger he had to direct on this whole fuckery that the authorities had gotten him into after New York, not this new crisis.
They would probably be able to solve this, tomorrow, with cool heads. He had enough faith in Natasha's negotiation skills to believe that. The rest was just formalities then.
But if they did this now, on too much emotion, chances were pretty good, they'd get themselves into even more trouble. Meaning, tomorrow would be pretty much canceled. He couldn't have that. He needed to get the fuck out of here to sort his life over, now more than ever.
"Wait a second."
His hand still felt too cold, too heavy, but he managed to reach out for her, softly cup her thigh before he reached for her bag.
"You can have it back right away."
There was just one program on his phone he needed to check, ignoring the new incoming messages as well as another incoming call, and at least that check ended positively.
"Didn't find my new private account. New one after everything I had saved before New York was gone. Not too much on it, but enough to finish up here."
He put the phone back from where he had taken it and nodded shortly at the shops around, the people, whose cheerful chattering and business over mostly so trivial things suddenly seemed further away than ever to him.
"Maybe it's enough if you write him that we'll both be in tomorrow. I don't... I shouldn't do that now. That wouldn't end well."