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He gives a quick glance at that hand, at the normalcy of it all, and then back up at Phil. Clint keeps his own hands wrapped around the mug, warm and solid.

"He might just be trying to convince you to take it easy since you never take any damn vacations. Relaxing is supposed to be good for you. Refresh the body and soul and turn off the brain for a bit. Hell, maybe I'll take some leave when it feels safer to do so."

They won't ever be truly normal but Phil tries to keep the little things. The little things matter the most.

"I don't know if I could take a vacation." He makes a face at the idea. "It would last ten minutes before something happened that would call me back in."

He sips his coffee, thumb idly stroking back and forth. He's not even aware he's doing it. "Maybe you should after you're fully cleared and things are settled. Take the time to clear your head some more."

"They've got other agents and analysts and handlers, Phil. Take a vacation. Breathe some fresh air without there being a crisis to handle. Maybe I'm not the only one that needs to clear his head." Or maybe he's making some big assumptions. But not as big as what he takes a breath to say next.

"We could do it together."

He looks over at Clint, just a little surprised. Pleased, though, and he's certain that shows in his eyes more than the surprise.

"Where do you want to go?" he asks, turning slightly to face Clint more fully.

A vacation with Clint could be better than the few vacations he's taken in his career. Usually, he ended up somewhere quiet and caught up on bad tv and books he'd been meaning to read. Cooking too. He cooked. And wondered about work.

Not very exciting for a vacation.

"I don't know." He's been around the world. Plenty of fun, sexy places they could go. Plenty of quiet, calm places, too. He shrugs, sips his coffee. The destination wouldn't really matter. Might be nice to get out of the city, though. But even still...

"Could always just stay here and spend time together that way."

Phil considers for a moment. "There's a vacation cabin on Lake Michigan," he says, tapping one finger against the side of his mug. "It's technically a former SHIELD safe house but hasn't been used for that in a while. It's small and quiet."

Phil's not sure what condition the cabin is in these days. But it's an idea for a vacation. Not a bad one. Just him, Clint and quiet. He hasn't been fishing in awhile.

Maybe Clint could show him how to use a bow.

"Okay. We'll wait for you to be healed up, and then...just let me know, I guess. Take time off together." He'd say time to catch up, but in theory they should have plenty of time for that in the interim. "Is that being here enough for you? Vacation getaway where you'll have me all to yourself for a week or however long?"

"I intend to keep you naked and have you hand feed me grapes in the meantime," he says dryly. "Or maybe a nurse's uniform with a short skirt."

After everything Clint had been forced to do Phil does feel a little uncomfortable with the idea of Clint looking after him. He needs to look after himself or let someone care for him.

"Yes, having you here is enough for me. I can't carry my laundry basket down to the machines." It's annoying how much he can't do even though he's been stitched back together and he's healing.

"You buy me a costume, I'll dress up as whatever you want me to when it's just us in our cabin hideout. Until then, you'll just have to deal with my drop-ins in my normal people clothes." Whenever he shows up. To be present. He rocks to his feet at the mention of a chore that needs doing.

Because it's useful. He can be of use. Even if it's just in little ways. Being effectively on leave himself has been actually really shitty in terms of needing things to do with himself, even as distraction. "I'll take care of it. Hell, give me a list of chores, I can make sure shit gets done."

"If you wear those dark wash jeans when you visit I can be patient." Phil smiles a little, glad to see Clint's playing along a little bit. He's trying and Phil appreciates that. It's not easy to come back from what Clint went through.

He is still unsure about making Clint do things for him but he seems to need to feel useful.

"There's only a few things I haven't been trying to do myself." Because he has been doing as much as he can by himself. He hates being useless.

He is, frankly, trying very hard to not fuck this up. None of this is easy, for either of them. It's...not fine, exactly, but it could be worse, right? It could always be worse.

"Good, means you're still sometimes reasonable when it comes to your own limits. I'm gonna be right back and take of that laundry. Then you don't have to worry about a thing."

Phil will worry, just about Clint, he's sure.

"Don't forget the laundry card in my wallet."

One day, Phil dreams of having a place with his own washing machine and dryer. That would be really nice right now. Phil had been close to taking his laundry down piece by piece.

"When you come back I want to talk about why you won't kiss me." Because they should've done that by now. At least a small one. Yes, he's feeling needy and he's blushing a little about it but he's going to say it.

Clint freezes. And he hates that he freezes, because it means he can't fully deny anything or brush it off as nothing to talk about at all. "Who said anything about 'won't'?" Sip coffee. Be casual. "Don't worry about a thing. Be back before you know it."

So it's an escape. So sue him. Spent a little time together, have plans to spend more time together than they have in what feels like an age, acknowledge they're both some form of fucked up (even if Phil seems fine, so far, even if waiting for the other shoe to drop), and it'll all work out in the end. He can escape so long as Phil lets him, because it's still something he needs help with, and it would've gotten done one way or another.

But if he spends a little extra time away than strictly needed, well. It's fine. Even if he feels bad about it. It won't kill either of them.

Phil suspects Clint will kiss him when he comes back just to be a stubborn asshole and prove nothing is wrong. When clearly something is. He didn't miss the way Clint went tense for a second.

Still, Phil might just take it.

But they've been through these rough patches before. Phil worries sometimes about the propriety of what they're doing. Clint worries he's going to ruin things by being himself. They're a mess but they do better together. They've always been better together.

He sighs to himself and waits patiently for Clint to come back.

He does eventually come back. With fresh, folded laundry. And? Fresh donuts as well. As recompense.

"Just call me your housemaid. Got anything else that needs doing? I'll be a handyman all day long so long as it makes you comfy. Pretty sure I remember where all your clothes go, too, so I can put all that away, and then...whatever else you need."

"Once you put that away can we please talk?" Phil watches him, frowning slightly. "If you say no or try to avoid it I will get up and follow you."

Because he's a stubborn bastard and refuses to let this awkwardness go unaddressed for long. He might have given Clint more time if he had come sooner.

There are some things he wants that Clint can't give him right now so they need to sort that out.

"...Yeah. Whatever you need."

He sets the box of donuts beside Phil with a brief smile, then disappears to go sort away all the clothes. Worrying all the while. Given he knows damn well what the conversation is going to be, and he doesn't want to have it. But he's not going to make Phil get up or do anything he shouldn't. Even though moving around clearly isn't going to do too much to Phil, but...still.

He at least doesn't dally. Does the job he's taken on himself and then comes back out, to grab another mug of coffee that's been sitting warm in the pot, and a donut, and sits like this is all cool and fine.

You Phil thinks to himself but doesn't say it out loud. Clint's spooked enough.

"Is there a reason you're scared to be here?" he asks watching Clint. He can read him pretty well after all these years. He wants to know the answer.

Hopefully, it's not that Clint feels guilty about what happened to him. The other agents, what he did under control, Phil can understand that. What happened to him was his own choice, though.

A frown. "I'm not scared. To be here. I mean, I figured you'd be...kinda pissed about how long it took for me to get here. I should've visited you in medical; I should've shown up here sooner. I should've been here. For you. And it took Nat yelling at me about it to even show up."

Well, Phil can't really argue against those points. Clint should have done those things. Medical had been painfully lonely except for the occasional visits from Nat and Stark, of all people.

"You are dealing with a lot yourself," he says, his voice calm and patient. "I also figured SHIELD wouldn't let you see me until they were relatively certain that you were free of Loki's magic."

He reaches across the distance, again simply laying his hand on Clint's knee. "You needed time. Nat was probably tried of me asking for updates all the time."

"Yeah." About not letting him visit an at the time critically injured agent until cleared. About dealing with a lot, but that alone doesn't feel like an excuse.

Phil touches him again, and he gets it, he definitely does, and it's nice, and he allows it, but it's also just kind of weird in a way that's hard to define. He opens his mouth to say more, then...doesn't, and chews on his donut instead.

Phil lets the silence sit for a bit to see if Clint will say anything else but no, he doesn't say anything else. It's frustrating but much about Clint is. Always has been and for some reason that doesn't discourage Phil.

"Do you need me to forgive you?" he asks, still studying Clint. "Or apologize for risking my life against an alien god?"

He expects the answer will be no on both counts but Clint can surprise him.

"No." But then he stares into the middle distance, frown deepening. "Don't apologize. But..." An amendment. "Do you forgive me? Because you don't have to. If you don't."

"I never blamed you in the first place," Phil says honestly. Now he has to look away. "This is going to sound awful but I was... kind of relieved when you showed up in security footage. I thought... I thought you died when the New Mexico base collapsed."

He's not particularly proud of this fact. It's selfish and cruel. It might have been easier on Clint if he had gone down with the base. Then he wouldn't have the guilt to live with.

Phil, though, he's not sure who he would have become in the emptiness of a world without Clint Barton. "And then Nat and I started planning how to get you back."

"...I meant for not being here. I kinda...I figured that you probably didn't blame me for getting mindscrambled like I was. I mean. It doesn't help, really, but." Clint shakes his head. "I was too good to just let us all get buried. Hill tried her best, though, I gotta give her that."

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