These little chats are like loosening the pressure value just enough to let a little steam out. Phil feels better after talking with Clint. He's also pleased that the alcohol hasn't done anything to unwind whatever is holding his mind together.
Even with the talk of trauma, death, and losing their minds it's been a good nigh. Things are a little lighter. Clint seems steadier. Phil feels a warm sense of satisfaction helping his friend be more himself.
"If you're not here, Natasha should be." He trusts Natasha will know what to do. "And it's possible they'll be able to handle it if she isn't. Banner's reasonable."
Even if he has a huge anger problem. "Think you can get some sleep now?"
Natasha can help put Phil back together, sure, and Clint trusts her enough to do so. But still. He wants to be here to help.
Friendship isn't transactional, but still. It feels like the least he could do to pay his handler back. "Definitely gonna be able to try, anyway. Unless you wanna go a couple rounds with me. Otherwise, probably gonna kick my feet up, put on the tv, and doze off to some late night telenovela or something. If I'm lucky, I'll have the wherewithal to drag my sorry ass to bed before that."
He considers having another drink in actuality, a little nightcap. Decides against it. "You should get some rest, too."
"We can schedule a time for hand to hand training when the sun is up." Phil can hold his own but he's not particularly in the mood at this late hour. It is necessary though. The muscles in his chest could get tight if he didn't stick with his physical therapy. He would need to adjust his fighting style to the new restrictions.
He walks back towards his desk to make a very deliberate show of saving and closing much of what he was working on. "Jarvis will find time in our schedules that works best for both of us. You'll have a calendar invite in the morning. Try to remember to accept it."
Phil smiles fondly at Clint. Paperwork was not one of his strengths but he's gotten better over the years being immersed in SHIELD bureaucracy.
"Maybe call your wife," he suggests as he walks Clint to the door. "And think about going to visit. I can always make a solo op for you."
Because Clint's family is important and to be protected. Phil will make it so the other Avengers never question it.
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Even with the talk of trauma, death, and losing their minds it's been a good nigh. Things are a little lighter. Clint seems steadier. Phil feels a warm sense of satisfaction helping his friend be more himself.
"If you're not here, Natasha should be." He trusts Natasha will know what to do. "And it's possible they'll be able to handle it if she isn't. Banner's reasonable."
Even if he has a huge anger problem. "Think you can get some sleep now?"
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Friendship isn't transactional, but still. It feels like the least he could do to pay his handler back. "Definitely gonna be able to try, anyway. Unless you wanna go a couple rounds with me. Otherwise, probably gonna kick my feet up, put on the tv, and doze off to some late night telenovela or something. If I'm lucky, I'll have the wherewithal to drag my sorry ass to bed before that."
He considers having another drink in actuality, a little nightcap. Decides against it. "You should get some rest, too."
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He walks back towards his desk to make a very deliberate show of saving and closing much of what he was working on. "Jarvis will find time in our schedules that works best for both of us. You'll have a calendar invite in the morning. Try to remember to accept it."
Phil smiles fondly at Clint. Paperwork was not one of his strengths but he's gotten better over the years being immersed in SHIELD bureaucracy.
"Maybe call your wife," he suggests as he walks Clint to the door. "And think about going to visit. I can always make a solo op for you."
Because Clint's family is important and to be protected. Phil will make it so the other Avengers never question it.