..I’d rather not dwell on it.
Clint closed his eyes and sighed, running his fingers through baby-soft hair. “Phil,I offered to first and then she asked. Ok? I offered.Thor was no one’s fault, so really, this is either no one’s fault or mine.” He looked at the other man and then closed his eyes again as a new wave of pain hit him. Shit, he was really hurt.
He saw black-spots in front of his vision and then said, “I - I can call her. And I’m… sssorry for worrying you…”
Oh he didn’t feel good.
Phil parked the car back in the Tower’s garage and kept his gaze locked on his steering wheel. He’d nearly lost two key members of his team today, not to mention a close ally, all because of this. Frankly at this point, the babies were pretty low on his list of priorities. “My job is to protect the team and make sure you’re all ready to go out at a moment’s notice. Your job is to help me by being ready at any moment to help stop any threats to the safety of the team or the planet. At no point does babysitting come into the job description.” Clint had been missing for several hours after Beaubier and Thor had turned up and Phil had feared the worst. The last thing he needed was to lose one of SHIELD’s best agents because they’d been babysitting infants.
He fiddled with his earpiece, sending a call to the comm in Bruce’s lab. “Dr Banner, the Hawk’s finally landed, and I need a little help.”
Clint let Phil help him out of the car quietly. He had just been doing a friend a service. He hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. And how Phil was acting, so professional and… and like they were just agents and nothing else, it kind of hurt. He understood that Phil was worried and this was how he showed it, but damn Clint if it didn’t hurt a little to be treated this way.
He closed his eyes against the hurt and the physical pain and waited for help to arrive. They could talk about this later.
Bruce answered the comm. He had already been by the lab door, having only been visiting his own workspace before going back to the infirmary to take care of the other patients he had received all within the span of the last three days. “What—..is there another injury? Why is there another injury?” His voice was tinged with worry, and confusion, but mostly shaded by a slight irritation about the events of the past week. “I’ll be right down there.”
He made his way down the lot as quickly as possible, and grimaced when he saw Clint and Phil struggling along. He quickly stood on Clint’s other side to support him as they slowly made their way down to the infirmary. Bruce was still awaiting an explanation from Coulson. Or Clint, if he was up to it. In the meanwhile he flicked open his phone, and called down some poor sap that worked at the tower to look after the twins. Speaking of which. “Why are those kids here?”