Okay, so. With all the excitement that's been building over the last week or so, there seems to be an unreasonable amount of negativity coming along with it. And that just won't do! So here's what I propose:
♥an Avengers Kissing Meme♥
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After everything, they climb into bed on opposite sides, lie on their backs and don’t say a word to each other.
Clint is so damn tired he kind of wants to die but at the same time, he doesn’t want to sleep. Sleep is dreaming and sleep is waking up and maybe this will be a dream. Maybe he’ll open his eyes and he’ll still have Loki in his head and Phil will still be dead.
Phil’s hand reaches across the bed and the backs of two fingers brush against Clint's hip.
Clint grabs hold before he remembers that he can't speak to Phil right now. Phil’s skin is warm and the calluses are right where they should be. His tiny huff of not-quite-concealed pain makes sense too, what with the fresh, post-surgery stitches holding his shoulder and the left side of his chest together.
Phil squeezes Clint's fingers and doesn't ask if he's okay. The last thing Clint said to him, the only thing he's been able to say to him since Fury opened that damn door and Phil came limping out, was don't, I ( ... )
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Phil's half on top of Clint but it's not close enough, so Clint reaches up, hand just below Phil's left shoulderblade, trying to claw him closer. His hand hits something thick and unexpected at the same moment that Phil hisses, jerking back an inch or two.
"Shit, fuck," Clint swears, trying to push Phil off him so he can see what he's done. "I'm sorry, shit, I forgot."
Phil shakes his head. "It's fine," he says and there, that's why Clint couldn't cope with talking to him earlier: the hoarse, painful rasp of his voice, the one that means he was intubated, that he nearly died ( ... )
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