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?

Found here.

 

 

Comments

[superbabysitter]

I like both of those--but 'storming the castle' means serious issues.

[Worse than what they were in, right now.]

[nested]

True. [Clint, for all his 'reckless' actions, was careful. He was mostly considered reckless because he would make his own calls when it came to certain things.

Like whether or not to take the shot when it had come down to Natasha being the one in his sights.]

[superbabysitter]

...did you want to work on the other hand?

[Phil shifts, feeling that it had almost become hand holding instead of the massage it had started as.]

[nested]

[He stops the soft massaging of the one hand, and slowly pulls his hand away, nodding.]

Yeah, sure.

[He motions for the other hand, ignoring the fact that his ears feel hot. It was just the cold playing tricks.]

[superbabysitter]

[Phil sighs, flexing the hand recently let go, still able to feel the heat radiating off his hand. It felt...good. Too good, really; this was folly, getting too close.

But still, he gave the other man his left hand, shifting the gun back into the right.]

[nested]

[He takes the other hand, treating it the same, massaging just as he had the right, but instead focusing more on the task instead of Coulson.

This was not his brightest idea, but, seriously, what was he supposed to do?

Eventually, reluctantly, he pulls back.]

Good?

[superbabysitter]

Good. Thank you.

[Phil lets out a breath, flexing his hand.]

We're going too have to move soon; this lull isn't going to last forever.

[Frankly, they are going to need a real place to sleep, as well; running on no sleep like they are will only get them in trouble.]

[nested]

We could go now.

[This hyper-aware, running on nothing but adrenaline (when was the last time they'd been able to stop for even food?) was going to send him crashing. He didn't feel secure enough out here to even attempt it, and it wasn't a fault of Phil's, it was just the way Clint worked.

He grins.]

Not that it wasn't fun doubling as a pillow for you.

[superbabysitter]

I suppose it's just a perk of being your handler.

[Phil smiled tightly, but it doesn't reach his eyes. The situation is stressful--he just wants to get them out, make sure he gets Clint home safe. It's his damn job, and as his friend, he wants that too.]

I think we should. Head for the outskirts--easier to get a pick up there.

[nested]

I knew you had some sort of ulterior motive. All these years, you've just wanted me as a teddy bear.

[He looks around again, and slowly moves to slip into a crouch, keeping low since they're close to the windows.]

Well, I'm ready if you are, Christopher Robin.

[superbabysitter]

You make a poor one. I'd have to fatten you up if that truly was my motive.

[Phil follows easily, even in his suit, taking the lead after a moment, pushing the door open gently as he stands at the side, making sure the coast is clear before moving out.]

All right, Winnie.

[nested]

[Clint scans the area as well, and heads off in the direction they'd been going before stopping, keeping his eyes roving over the area, and the rooftops.

He keeps as casual a pace as they can afford, considering who is after the both of them.]

[superbabysitter]

[Phil keeps silent, motioning with two fingers that they need to take a left, circle around the building, and then start heading down the street.

If they can find a car he might be able to hot-wire it, but it needs to be unlocked. They can't risk a car alarm right now.]

[nested]

[He nods, keeping quiet as they make their way around the building and then down the street.

He sees an old truck, it's seen better days, and inclines his head in that direction. They'll have to break away from the building, their minimal cover, and cross the street.]