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It's a pointless rush, because Clint's still out cold, pale and bandaged and with monitors beeping steadily at his bedside. Tony swallows, then swallows again, then sits down to wait again. At some point, Steve or Bruce or someone brings him coffee, but after taking a sip or two to calm appease them, it sits untouched and cooling on the side table next to a depressing plastic water cup.
Clint's okay. He's supposed to be fine, and coming out of it soon, and before Tony can panic about how long it's taking, Clint's face scrunches in discomfort and he makes a low complaining noise.
"Hi Clint," Tony whispers, more so Clint will wake to a familiar voice than anything, "Hello. Welcome back."
Clint makes a damp mmgh sound, and shifts uncomfortably.
"Come on, Clint."
His eyes crack open. They look gummy and Tony dips the napkin that came with his coffee in the cup of water and uses it to wipe Clint's face a little. Clint makes twitches away, and groans, then blinks again before finally focusing on his face.
"Tony?"
"Mm-hm. Welcome back, sexy."
Clint's laugh is breathy. A little pained sounding. "Didn't--" he starts, then swallows and repeats hoarsely, "Didn't get you anything." His fingers twitch, reaching a little, and Tony hooks them with his own, careful of the IV stuck in the back of his hand.
"You don't have to bring me things, dummy. You--" Tony lets him head drop, resting it on the bed and against Clint's arm.
"But you look so stupid and happy," Clint says, with all the honesty of being half out of his head on painkillers. "It's funny. I love it."
Tony can't help laughing, but it comes out wet and--thankfully--muffled against Clint's arm. "Yeah. I love you too."
Clint shifts, and then the fingers of his other hand are in Tony's hair, clumsy, but careful. Like he think's Tony is the one hurt here. "S'okay, Tony. Blowjob later," he mumbles, and yeah. Not the time for heartfelt talks.
"Nah, Barton. You alive is enough."
"Great," Clint slurs, "You too."
Tony laughs again, less wet, but still with his head tucked up against Clint and with Clint's uncoordinated fingers kind of pulling in his hair. "Thank you for coming back," he says, "Clint."
"S'not as good as the pyramid," Clint says, "But you're welcome."
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Oh my god! This is sooo cute!! Love it!! Thanks!! ;)
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Thanks for reading.
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So do I! :)
Boy, you've got their snappy patter down just right. :)
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:D This pairing is all about the banter for me. :D :D
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Of course you can, but please you the (slightly) cleaned up version here:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1227193
where I've fixed some garbled sentences and such.
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wth, self.
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