Clint forced himself to look away and concentrate on his desert again. He was doing it again, overthinking, overly worrying over things that weren't even in his immediate sphere. If he wanted to find his focus back, it was the little things that had to count. The lad was cute but it was a stranger's kid that he would probably never see again. He couldn't burden himself with the worries of the whole world and everyone around him. There had been a time when he had known that, and somehow he had to find back to that distance. Or he would never function right anymore in the moments, on the missions when it really counted, when he was really needed.
"Learning to let go or something", he murmured, more to himself, and lifted the cup to his mouth then to slurp the already melted part out of it.
But because he was still stumbling on that way back to professionalism and probably a big sap on top of it, he shortly turned to the boy at least to shout something about being careful at him. And was a little more relieved than he should be when the kid came down from the stupid rocks promptly and waved at them cheerfully.
"Still learning, I guess."
Sighing, Clint reached out with his spoon to steal a little from Natasha's cup, teasing her and taking his mind off things.
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Date: 2014-04-27 09:46 pm (UTC)From:Clint forced himself to look away and concentrate on his desert again. He was doing it again, overthinking, overly worrying over things that weren't even in his immediate sphere. If he wanted to find his focus back, it was the little things that had to count. The lad was cute but it was a stranger's kid that he would probably never see again. He couldn't burden himself with the worries of the whole world and everyone around him. There had been a time when he had known that, and somehow he had to find back to that distance. Or he would never function right anymore in the moments, on the missions when it really counted, when he was really needed.
"Learning to let go or something", he murmured, more to himself, and lifted the cup to his mouth then to slurp the already melted part out of it.
But because he was still stumbling on that way back to professionalism and probably a big sap on top of it, he shortly turned to the boy at least to shout something about being careful at him. And was a little more relieved than he should be when the kid came down from the stupid rocks promptly and waved at them cheerfully.
"Still learning, I guess."
Sighing, Clint reached out with his spoon to steal a little from Natasha's cup, teasing her and taking his mind off things.