It's sort of a follow-up to *THIS* (http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/765816.html?thread=100476024#t100476024) __________
"It's not perfect, but it'll do for now," Phil said, leading Clint to a cave, supporting his weight the whole time.
The rain was heavy, but at least they still had time until it got dark outside, so there was a chance they wouldn’t have to stay in the cave for too long.
"When was the last time we had to crash in a cave?" Clint asked, trying not to wince as he kept walking, hoping Phil wouldn't notice.
"Brazil, I think," Phil replied as he and Clint looked around, making sure they were indeed the only ones staying in the cave.
"How is your leg?"
"Huh?" Clint turned his head to see Phil observing him attentively.
"Your leg. I saw Ronson kicking you before I shot him."
"I'm fine, sir," Clint replied and Phil sighed, clearly concerned.
"Clint," Phil stepped forward, one hand squeezing Clint's shoulder, waiting for the other man to look at him. "We're not going anywhere for the next two hours at least, so sit down on that rock and let me take a look at your leg."
Clint frowned but sat down as ordered, rolling up one leg of his pants. After Phil decided that it didn’t look as bad as he thought, he just wrapped it carefully and sat down next to Clint, their shoulders touching gently.
"I told you I'm fine," Clint leaned against Phil a little bit. "When will Sitwell get here?"
"If we're lucky? Two hours."
Clint sighed quietly when Phil wrapped one arm around his waist. "We'll lose our reservations, right?"
"Felix still owes me. He'll get us another one," Phil joked, making Clint snort.
"And he'll complain about it for the next month. Seriously, it was our first day off in over six months, and we're stuck in a cave."
"It's not the worst place to be stuck in. It's nothing compared to our trip to Fortaleza" Phil took off his tie and the ruined jacket. It looked like he'd have to buy a new one after all and Clint felt a little bad. It was one of Phil's favorite suits and the chances to save it were slim, judging from the way Phil was looking at the jacket.
"Yeah, well, at least I had forks and spoons to throw at the bad guys there."
"Don't forget the plates," Phil smirked and Clint just shook his head.
"I hate that we hadn’t tried the dessert in the end. Their pumpkin flan looked really great."
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Fill: MCU, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson - "Shelter"
Date: 2017-01-06 08:53 pm (UTC)__________
"It's not perfect, but it'll do for now," Phil said, leading Clint to a cave, supporting his weight the whole time.
The rain was heavy, but at least they still had time until it got dark outside, so there was a chance they wouldn’t have to stay in the cave for too long.
"When was the last time we had to crash in a cave?" Clint asked, trying not to wince as he kept walking, hoping Phil wouldn't notice.
"Brazil, I think," Phil replied as he and Clint looked around, making sure they were indeed the only ones staying in the cave.
"How is your leg?"
"Huh?" Clint turned his head to see Phil observing him attentively.
"Your leg. I saw Ronson kicking you before I shot him."
"I'm fine, sir," Clint replied and Phil sighed, clearly concerned.
"Clint," Phil stepped forward, one hand squeezing Clint's shoulder, waiting for the other man to look at him. "We're not going anywhere for the next two hours at least, so sit down on that rock and let me take a look at your leg."
Clint frowned but sat down as ordered, rolling up one leg of his pants. After Phil decided that it didn’t look as bad as he thought, he just wrapped it carefully and sat down next to Clint, their shoulders touching gently.
"I told you I'm fine," Clint leaned against Phil a little bit. "When will Sitwell get here?"
"If we're lucky? Two hours."
Clint sighed quietly when Phil wrapped one arm around his waist. "We'll lose our reservations, right?"
"Felix still owes me. He'll get us another one," Phil joked, making Clint snort.
"And he'll complain about it for the next month. Seriously, it was our first day off in over six months, and we're stuck in a cave."
"It's not the worst place to be stuck in. It's nothing compared to our trip to Fortaleza" Phil took off his tie and the ruined jacket. It looked like he'd have to buy a new one after all and Clint felt a little bad. It was one of Phil's favorite suits and the chances to save it were slim, judging from the way Phil was looking at the jacket.
"Yeah, well, at least I had forks and spoons to throw at the bad guys there."
"Don't forget the plates," Phil smirked and Clint just shook his head.
"I hate that we hadn’t tried the dessert in the end. Their pumpkin flan looked really great."
"I'll buy you some after we deal with this mess."
"Don't forget the whipped cream."
"Of course not."