Yeah. [ A beat, as he curls more fully into her side. It's probably silly, since he's like six feet and she's... decidedly not. He aches so bad - his jaw even worse, after Lutha punched him. ] ... No.
It didn't - occur to me until he said it. [ Clint mumbles. ] Maybe that's part of it, but I really don't want this place to run out of painkillers when I can function fine without them.
He reminds me of Steve sometimes, it drives me crazy.
Yeah, and? [ Alright, so he can't hide it from her, he'll admit it. ] It's no different than falling off a building onto a car. I can deal. Other people might not be equipped to handle pain like this.
Clint, this isn't an injury. How long have you been hurting like this? And it isn't a competition, either. We're trying to help you, not hold you down and shove pills down your throat.
I don't know. A while. [ He pulls his arms in closer, like warmth is going to help them stop aching. ] You could just believe me when I say I'm fine enough.
Constant. [ He admits. ] Like someone threw a boulder on top of me and I flattened out cartoon-style. It's really - present in my fingers and wrists. I have a headache a lot, too.
[Oh, Clint. Natasha runs her fingers through his hair again, mouth twisting.]
Take the pills. Even if it's only a half dose.
[She's been couching all this in terms of how stupid it is not to from a survival perspective let alone a superhero perspective, but the truth is, she hates seeing him like this.]
[ Stubbornly: ] Not if you told me it wasn't bad enough to warrant taking pain pills, Natasha, don't start.
I didn't -- [ He sighs and pulls away from her, trying not to wince as he attempts to drag himself to his feet. ] I didn't come over here to get scolded, jesus.
[ She actually apologizes, which is why he stops and looks at her for a long second before letting out a little sigh and settling back down. He's tired of fighting with her too.
Another long pause, and then he turns to press his face against her neck and wrap his arms around her. It hurts, yeah, but he needs the physical comfort more. ]
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Hi.
[She winds her arm around him, leaning close.]
Are you alright?
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Do you want to talk, or just sit?
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[Which Natasha absolutely believes, but she's leaving him an opening to confirm or deny it.]
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He reminds me of Steve sometimes, it drives me crazy.
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Function. You're in pain all the time. I can tell.
[She's not going to turn this into an argument, really, but it bothers her. She hates seeing him like this.]
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But whatever, the two of you won, so.
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I'm not going to force you to take them, Clint. I'm going to strongly advise it.
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I just - I hope this doesn't keep being a thing after we get out of here.
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[Come on, Clint. Don't lie this time.]
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Constant. [ He admits. ] Like someone threw a boulder on top of me and I flattened out cartoon-style. It's really - present in my fingers and wrists. I have a headache a lot, too.
how dare you use that icon on me
Take the pills. Even if it's only a half dose.
[She's been couching all this in terms of how stupid it is not to from a survival perspective let alone a superhero perspective, but the truth is, she hates seeing him like this.]
OuO
I can't. [ It just feels wrong. ]
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Why not?
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I didn't -- [ He sighs and pulls away from her, trying not to wince as he attempts to drag himself to his feet. ] I didn't come over here to get scolded, jesus.
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I'm sorry, Clint. I'll stop.
[It's a rare apology, but she's sick of fighting with him.]
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Another long pause, and then he turns to press his face against her neck and wrap his arms around her. It hurts, yeah, but he needs the physical comfort more. ]
... Al died, last night.
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I'm sorry, Clint. I didn't know. How did you find out?
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MY TYPOS!!!!
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