Fell Asleep On meme

[digital_memory]

sweet dreams.

Someone,
whether it be a friend or a total stranger,
has fallen asleep on you wherever you happen to be;
you are a rather comfortable pillow to them.

What do you do?

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[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint stirs the moment that there is car honking go on outside.]

Wh'ts going on?

[He's prepared to shrug off the sleep instantly. He can keep going if is required.]

[superbabysitter]

Just go back to sleep, Barton.

[Phil slid a hand into the other's hair, keeping his tone cool and detached.]

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint risks a soft look up. Yup hand in hair, even in a professional situation was great.]

Don't let them blow the car up while I sleep.

[superbabysitter]

Yes, that's my exact plan; having the car blow up, while I'm still inside, just to take you out.

[He thumbs against Clint's ear, gently.]

Sleep.

[instinctiveshooter]

Someone might try to blow it up while my eyes aren't open.

[Clint settles his head back down and turns it slightly towards Phil's body. Not enough to cause any raised eyebrows but enough that he would see Phil first when he opened his eyes again.]

[superbabysitter]

Well I promise they won't.

[He shifted, leaning his own head against the car, breathing out.]

[instinctiveshooter]

[And Clint believes that promise, his breathing evens out again and a hand curls a little into Phil's jacket.

He slept until the car stopped and he opened his eyes. He smiles up and jokes.]

I didn't say anything embarrassing in my sleep did I?

[superbabysitter]

Not unless you count snoring, no.

[Phil smirks, nudging him gently.]

Get up, sleeping beauty. We have paperwork to finish.

[instinctiveshooter]

I'm only going to snore worse if I have to do paperwork.

[Clint grumbles as he sits up.]

Maybe I should run away and join a circus there is no paper work there.

[superbabysitter]

You wouldn't do that to me--I'm not very interested in being a ring leader.

[He gives the other man's hand a quick squeeze before letting go.]

[instinctiveshooter]

How come? You could wear a top hat.

[Clint shoots him a private smile as he oh so reluctantly reaches for the paper work.]

[superbabysitter]

Oh yes, because I am always looking to wear ridiculous fashions.

[He stands, heading off the truck.]

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint leaps down and maneuvers himself in front of Phil, while his eyes scan their surroundings to make sure everything as it should be. His shoulders relax a moment later and he gestures for Phil to take the lead again.]

Top hats are very distinguished.

[superbabysitter]

[Phil sighs inwardly. He knew that Clint did this to give himself a semblance of control; he needed it, and Phil let him have it.

Still, he wished that the other man would just relax, sometimes.]

I would look bad in one, trust me.

And no--that isn't an invitation for you to make me try and prove it.

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint only relaxes in the privacy of their own place. He's seen careless soldiers and agents die because they haven't checked for problems in what they thought was a safe location.]

But I know where to find one, and you should see my tight rope act.

[Clint's eyes are still sharp on what is going on around them.]

[superbabysitter]

I see it every day.

[His words are softer than normal, and he means it--Clint walks that damn rope every day.]

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint steals a tired, sidewards glance at him. He did walk a thin lie between his job and what he thought and felt. It left him found as strung as tight as the rope he had once walked across.]

I'm more fun on the real stuff. I can turn a forward somersault and still find my feet.

[superbabysitter]

Oh I know, I've seen you do it before off a building.

[The first time it nearly gave him a heart attack.]

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint laughs.]

There is fancier stuff I could do but it would get in the way of my shots.