[ He hides it well enough but Clint knows Coulson - Phil, his conscious is quick to remind him - better than most, having been with him for so long, the way they bounce off each other on assignments, the banter they share when he's left on guard and Phil is there to keep him up through the late hours of night. Theirs is a professional relationship at best, one so carefully concealed like all the secrets within SHIELD, and just maybe he thinks its time to stop hiding. ] Was wondering when you planned on telling me. [ He should be offended by the idea of Phil's death being faked, but deep down inside, Clint knows just why it was done, and it makes sense, it always does, but it still stings.
He smiles barely, but it's a genuine smile all the same knowing how receptive the other man is to those slightest movements. ] Did you think I wouldn't find out? [ Eyes up high, Phil would say; and each time he did, those words granted Clint a bit of strength to keep on going, night after night, even when the worst seemed yet to come. Pushing himself off the wall, he moves out of the shadows and towards Phil, the first time Clint has willingly thrown himself into the limelight since the aftermath of New York, since the aftermath of the news Natasha had given him. ]
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He smiles barely, but it's a genuine smile all the same knowing how receptive the other man is to those slightest movements. ] Did you think I wouldn't find out? [ Eyes up high, Phil would say; and each time he did, those words granted Clint a bit of strength to keep on going, night after night, even when the worst seemed yet to come. Pushing himself off the wall, he moves out of the shadows and towards Phil, the first time Clint has willingly thrown himself into the limelight since the aftermath of New York, since the aftermath of the news Natasha had given him. ]