Steve's pushing the timing. He's pushing the timing because any time he can get to Clint, it's going to be at best a couple of days. He's making assumptions, but Clint is going to have to move after he acts, and he can't see a scenario where Clint tolerates Steve trailing after him.
Steve would prefer a conversation. He'll live without one. It won't be totally blind, at least. He knows Clint, knows some of the shit he's done and worked through both with Steve and before him, knows more or less what his method is now.
What that translates to is, yeah, rib cage. Heavy bruising, maybe letting something crack but not break - that's easy enough to support. Upper back, but not shoulders, spine, or anything like kidneys - again with bruising, not breaking. Shit that he can make hurt a stunning amount but won't do any lasting damage.
This is absolutely a place where something like a HYDRA electric baton would come in handy, but he'll make it work.
He comes out of the shower smelling fairly strongly of soap, rolls his eyes at Clint pretending to be asleep (but silently), because no way did someone that tense fall asleep that fast. He does not call it out. He shoves the clothes he'd been wearing into a plastic bag and to the bottom of his pack and then takes the damn bed.
He does fall asleep. Not deeply asleep but an up and down thing where he dozes, drops to deeper sleep, rouses enough to orient and make sure he can still hear Clint breathing, and then drops back.
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Steve would prefer a conversation. He'll live without one. It won't be totally blind, at least. He knows Clint, knows some of the shit he's done and worked through both with Steve and before him, knows more or less what his method is now.
What that translates to is, yeah, rib cage. Heavy bruising, maybe letting something crack but not break - that's easy enough to support. Upper back, but not shoulders, spine, or anything like kidneys - again with bruising, not breaking. Shit that he can make hurt a stunning amount but won't do any lasting damage.
This is absolutely a place where something like a HYDRA electric baton would come in handy, but he'll make it work.
He comes out of the shower smelling fairly strongly of soap, rolls his eyes at Clint pretending to be asleep (but silently), because no way did someone that tense fall asleep that fast. He does not call it out. He shoves the clothes he'd been wearing into a plastic bag and to the bottom of his pack and then takes the damn bed.
He does fall asleep. Not deeply asleep but an up and down thing where he dozes, drops to deeper sleep, rouses enough to orient and make sure he can still hear Clint breathing, and then drops back.