All he has is a voice in his ear. It draws him back from the gnawing panic in his gut except away from that is pain from his leg and he's not sure which is worse. But the voice continues and the words finally make sense or maybe some long ago training kicks in and he makes himself breath, fighting through everything until the words in his ear make sense.
“Phil?”
“Right here Clint, I need you to talk to me, ok?”
“You are not,” deep breath, the ceiling is not falling, deep breath, “allowed to debrief me while,” breath, “I'm fucking trapped in. Where am I?”
“The basement it looks like. The floor fell from beneath you. We're getting you out Clint,” Phil's voice remains steady and he latches onto that. Focuses on the steady rise and fall in pitch. The constant that is Phil.
“Promise?” He grimaces at how pathetic he sounds. He's a trained agent.
“Promise, Clint. Tell me about you. Are you alright?”
Clint ignores the panic twisting in his gut to assess the rest of him. Phil's asking, not ordering. Phil only asks in private. Clint has to answer. “It's dark.” It's not answer but it's the first thing that comes out of his mouth. “I can't see Phil. I can't...it's too dark. I can't-”
“Clint! Focus!” Phil's voice cuts through the rising panic quickly. “Are. You. Hurt. In and out, Clint. Breath and help me out here. I need to know.” His voice drops and it's the first sign of his own fear. Clint thought that would make his worse but it makes it easier to collect himself. In and out just as Phil says. He has to get out for Phil.
“My leg is pinned.”
“Is it broken?”
“I don't...I don't think so. Get me out Phil.”
He can hear Phil's sigh of relief and he thinks he can hear people moving through the rubble overhead. “You're going to be ok, Clint. We have plans for dinner remember?”
“I don't think using up the spaghetti you got a month ago counts as plans.”
“Are you telling me finishing that's not event worthy?
“You're lucky I love you.” Phil laughs, it's shaky but that little bit makes Clint smile even in the dark. “I can hear them Phil.”
“Good, good, you're going to be out in a few minutes.” He keeps on talking, sometimes interrupting a flow to remind Clint to breath, to get a response. When they're about to break through to him, Phil tells him to close his eyes, the sun is pretty bright. Clint lifts a hand to shield his eyes from the light but there's no way he's closing them. Not when he can finally see things again. Even the unfamiliar SHIELD agents are a happy sight.
Nothing beats when they finally lift him out of the oppressive hole he ended up in and Phil's waiting at the top and he's more then just a voice in his ear.
“No kissing me, we're on duty,” he murmurs when Clint leans against him, letting Phil direct him to the waiting medics.
“I don't know why you think that's going to stop me.” He grins up at him, taking a seat in the backseat of a car, not even his injured leg can ruin his mood. He tugs on Phil's tie and he knows Phil was as scared as he was when he leans down without any fight.
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Date: 2012-08-07 04:26 am (UTC)“Phil?”
“Right here Clint, I need you to talk to me, ok?”
“You are not,” deep breath, the ceiling is not falling, deep breath, “allowed to debrief me while,” breath, “I'm fucking trapped in. Where am I?”
“The basement it looks like. The floor fell from beneath you. We're getting you out Clint,” Phil's voice remains steady and he latches onto that. Focuses on the steady rise and fall in pitch. The constant that is Phil.
“Promise?” He grimaces at how pathetic he sounds. He's a trained agent.
“Promise, Clint. Tell me about you. Are you alright?”
Clint ignores the panic twisting in his gut to assess the rest of him. Phil's asking, not ordering. Phil only asks in private. Clint has to answer. “It's dark.” It's not answer but it's the first thing that comes out of his mouth. “I can't see Phil. I can't...it's too dark. I can't-”
“Clint! Focus!” Phil's voice cuts through the rising panic quickly. “Are. You. Hurt. In and out, Clint. Breath and help me out here. I need to know.” His voice drops and it's the first sign of his own fear. Clint thought that would make his worse but it makes it easier to collect himself. In and out just as Phil says. He has to get out for Phil.
“My leg is pinned.”
“Is it broken?”
“I don't...I don't think so. Get me out Phil.”
He can hear Phil's sigh of relief and he thinks he can hear people moving through the rubble overhead. “You're going to be ok, Clint. We have plans for dinner remember?”
“I don't think using up the spaghetti you got a month ago counts as plans.”
“Are you telling me finishing that's not event worthy?
“You're lucky I love you.” Phil laughs, it's shaky but that little bit makes Clint smile even in the dark. “I can hear them Phil.”
“Good, good, you're going to be out in a few minutes.” He keeps on talking, sometimes interrupting a flow to remind Clint to breath, to get a response. When they're about to break through to him, Phil tells him to close his eyes, the sun is pretty bright. Clint lifts a hand to shield his eyes from the light but there's no way he's closing them. Not when he can finally see things again. Even the unfamiliar SHIELD agents are a happy sight.
Nothing beats when they finally lift him out of the oppressive hole he ended up in and Phil's waiting at the top and he's more then just a voice in his ear.
“No kissing me, we're on duty,” he murmurs when Clint leans against him, letting Phil direct him to the waiting medics.
“I don't know why you think that's going to stop me.” He grins up at him, taking a seat in the backseat of a car, not even his injured leg can ruin his mood. He tugs on Phil's tie and he knows Phil was as scared as he was when he leans down without any fight.