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"Apparently not too much of an idiot, or you probably wouldn't still have the job you do." There's no harm done. It's more funny than anything else. And also...kind of nice, in a way. Watching his partner trip over himself mentally because of him. "There's only room enough for one idiot in this duo."

"You're the heart, I'm the logic." Phil would not call Clint an idiot. He isn't one. The sort of intelligence he has isn't the kind that builds flying suits of armor in caves but a different kind.

Heart Clint had a lot of and it was one of Phil's favorite things about him. He squeezes his hand and the look in his eyes speaks plenty about his emotions.

It's a word, a description, that's become a lot more loaded in the wake of Loki's everything. It doesn't hurt or anything. And he knows exactly how Phil means it. It just sits a little differently now is all.

Doesn't keep him from smiling at that look his partner gives. Honest and bright and pretty wonderful, actually.

"Wouldn't count your heart out just yet."

"I never would."

They walk to Clint's place which is nice enough. Phil always thinks Clint can do better than where he lives but he doesn't push. This is his place, the safe place he needs when everything is too much.

He does want to hire a maid sometimes though behind Clint's back. It gets messy. Then again, Phil thinks five dishes in the sink is messy.

A little mess is good for the soul.

Clint makes space in his closet for the suits. Figures he'll separate the individual pieces to wear mixed in with his other clothes eventually, but the suits themselves can stay in their fancy bags. "So. You don't have to stay or anything. We don't have to stay here if you don't want, either."

"I want to stay where you are," he says with a casual shrug. "Since we're here and you're here, I might as well stay. It's just another trip to go back to my place."

He watches Clint make room in his closet while leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed casually over his chest. "I can cook if you've got anything in your fridge."

"Contrary to what your eyes tell you, I don't actually live like a caveman. Yeah, I got stuff; go nuts. But first?"

He lets that hang, fussing with the bags, fiddling to make sure everything is in a place he wants it, as though that's a lot of room for reorganizing. Finally closes the closet and turns to his partner. Holds out his arms. "C'mere. Tell me what you're feeling. About that little bit we did out in public."

"What I'm feeling?" Phil crosses to him and cups Clint's cheek in his hand. He brushes his thumb back and forth slowly. "I liked it. It was fun. I could tell you were having fun teasing me."

And it didn't really bother Phil that much. It made him feel a little silly but he didn't mind. Not when Clint was happy and they never drew any attention. They were just two guys.

"It was more comfortable than I expected."

"So it wasn't too much, wasn't weird, you wanna keep doing it?"

He gets his arms around Phil. "Cuz I liked how easy it seemed. Won't be long before we're making out in the middle of the street for everyone to see."

"I don't think we'll take it that far..." He leans in for a kiss though. They didn't go quite that far in public but that will be the next step. "But a kiss or two wouldn't be out of the question."

He's going to do it in front of Stark just to see the man's reaction. It'll be a fun new way to annoy the man. Who annoys him in return.

He hums into the kiss, delighted. He's been keeping some distance lately, so it feels so good to get back into this rhythm. Or to refind it again. "You don't want to get caught with your pants down in the middle of doing something naughty and get your ass plastered on the internet? Cuz I think that'd be really funny. Some funky government agent with a whole Avenger at his sexy beck and call? Imagine the scandal."

"I think you're overestimating how attractive I am to most people," Phil says with fondness. "No one's going to think I'm sexy in comparison when there's you, Thor, and Captain Rogers around."

He's a very plain man in comparison. No one's going to find him attractive when the Avengers are his competition. "You know I'm fine with only you getting to see me that way."

"Well. I like your ass. And your everything else, too. You'll just be the mystery bodyguard seen getting frisky with predominantly ignored Avenger Hawkeye. Get an article or two written speculating on shit. And then I'll be back to mostly forgotten about except when I'm suddenly part of some steamy love triangle with Cap and Nat."

Phil rolls his eyes with fondness. "I don't know why they think any of you need a bodyguard."

He takes one of Clint's hands and puts it on his ass since he mentioned liking it. Phil will start dinner when they're done talking about going public. "You seemed comfortable with how we were today. I take it you're done thinking about it?"

Don't mind if he do grab a handful there. Two handfuls! All for him. "I'm feeling better about it after this test run. Felt good. Getting ballsier is gonna be interesting, and people we know knowing is still gonna be...fun, potentially."

Yes, all for him.

"I don't think Natasha's going to be surprised." Phil rests his head on Clint's shoulder because he can. It has been awhile since they've been physically close. He's missed those arms around him and the steady warmth of Clint pressed against him.

"Oh, no, not in the slightest. But everyone else is gonna whip their heads around and stare."

So, fun!

And as fun as ass-grabbing is, he takes some of the weight offered, redirects his hands again. Runs one slowly up and down Phil's back. "You need anything from me? I know I've kinda left you high and dry this week. I'm sorry."

"They should learn to pay better attention."

Phil closes his eyes and sighs softly. "This is enough but if you don't want me to spend the night you should tell me now."

So that Phil can take the affection in now. Usually he's the one giving it but after the time apart it's something they both need. Phil isn't usually so open about it.

"I want you here."

That has never been in question this whole day, that Clint knows for certain. Wherever they ended up, he wants them to end up there together.

"If you need something, or if you think I need something, or if you just want to take real good care of me or...whatever you want. 'm not planning on being demanding or bratty. But I might still tease."

"I think we'll see where the mood takes us," Phil says with a smile as he lifts his head and presses a kiss to Clint's cheek. "I don't feel the need for anything extra special tonight."

They are together. That's the thing that settles comfortably over Phil as he looks into Clint's eyes. They're together.

He feels settled because of that. Phil does give a playful pinch to Clint's ass before he leaves the circle of his arms to shed his suit jacket. He also tugs his tie off and saunters over to Clint's closet. "Let's see, which flannel should I borrow tonight..."

"You know the red's coziest cuz I wear it a lot." Which Phil already well knows. Not the point. "God, now you can say with all honesty that you steal your boyfriend's clothes. Should I be proud of that? I feel kind of weirdly proud about that."

Phil takes the red one. It is the coziest and smells strongly of Clint. Now they're getting back into their normal swing of things.

"I should wear it around the Tower one movie night." He shrugs into it and rolls up the sleeves just enough to stay out of his way while he's cooking. "Everyone will be stunned I'm not wearing a suit and surprised I'm a clothes thief."

"A cozy, handsome clothes thief who matches your boyfriend partner guy on a casual day." His eyes light up. "No, wait, we gotta coordinate this shit. I'll show up in a suit. Or maybe even one of yours. The whole couples outfit swap sort of deal. Really fuck with their heads."

"Your shoulders would stretch my suits." Phil doesn't like shutting down Clint when he's excited about something but it's the truth. Clint's too broad for the cut of Phil's suits.

He looks him over. "You could borrow one of my old button ups I'm considering getting rid of but I don't think you'll like the restriction."

"Consider the following visual:" And here he flexes. "Pop some buttons and bust some seams. Make some dumbshit comment about my exercise regimen and casually leave to change."

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