Clint walked into Phil's hospital room with a bag holding orders of steak and potatoes for both of them. "Contraband anyone?" Clint grinned at Phil, slipping in the door.

He studied his boss, looking him over with a keen eye. "Looking better than I last saw you," Clint said, grinning. "How do you feel? Hungry?"

Clint should have known better, should have known that his brother couldn't be trusted. He knew his brother couldn't be trusted for fuck's sake. But the little boy in him still wanted to find a way to mend the relationship between himself and his big brother ( Read more... )

Leave a message at the beep and I'll get back to you. Eventually. I might be blowing something up!


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