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Who: Clint Barton and Phil Coulson
What: Clint's coming home for a little bit after the earthquake and other stuff.
Where: House 20.
When: Day 15 -- Midday.
Warnings: Language? Other than that...nada.

Leaving the lighthouse wasn't a big worry for him. If Loki would leave than he would have to deal with the others. Clint didn't think it was in the god's best interests yet to go toe-to-toe with Hulk if Sharon or Phil allowed their voices to be heard about the matter. The archer wasn't sneaking around this time. He left because of hunger and possibly the promise of laying in bed for an hour or two to allow sleep on a mattress to come slowly. Then heading back out to make sure Loki hadn't left yet. The earthquake in the morning had him glaring accusingly at the trickster as if he had anything to do with it. He was almost ready to pull out his gun but decided against it for investigation's sake. Nothing seemed too damaged, the diner was lost and there went another place for everyone to seek whatever...bonding moments with the other's who lived in town. He was sure they would move on. No one was impressively attached to anything here.

Clint included.

He sauntered back into the house through the back door as if he had just gone off on some jog during the morning and nothing even happened. What did he have to do? He owed apologies, yes. But it didn't mean he liked giving them as he made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and getting some water. If he looked like he hadn't slept in a day or so; it was because he hadn't. He downed the water quickly, setting the glass down before peeking his head out the kitchen and glancing around. He still hadn't seen Phil or Kenzi. He wasn't entirely sure what to expect if he had. Maybe just being locked in a closet this time. "Kenz?" He called out curiously, waiting for a reply. "Coulson?" He really didn't want to open his mouth and call out for him, but he suspected he didn't really have a choice. Phil might get the wrong idea if he just skulked around the house before he started for the stairs. Having every intention of crawling back into the attic and hiding there for the rest of the afternoon before heading down for clean up in the wake of the quake. He was at the top of the stairs when he heard the door close shut behind one of his housemates before making the final step and cautiously pulling down the stairs at the end of the hall that led up to the attic.

He was okay with just avoiding them both like the plague.

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Phil scoffed. "Don't act weird and I won't have to try it again." He knew Clint and he knew when something was off. He really wouldn't hesitate to act the same way again, even if he'd feel a little bad afterwards. This was his job. He made decisions on the fly and he sometimes had to make decisions that would hurt, but they had to be right. There wasn't room for error, as far as he was concerned. That went double for anything that involved Clint or Natasha or his sister's family.

He slung an arm around Clint's shoulders. "I mean that. You act weird, I'm knocking you out." He was smiling, of course, but his threat wasn't even remotely empty.

He knew that if anyone would be able to read him when something was off -- it would be Phil. They had been through enough already throughout their lives working together. They had been partners (in Clint's mind) much longer than he and Nat had been. If they had been one person in the universe that knew him better than he knew himself. It was Phil Coulson. "I know you will, boss. That's why I keep you around." He shook his head for a moment. "Jus' don't tie me to a chair and get Kenzi for guard duty again. That was jus' embarrassin'."

Or at least he thought it was pretty embarrassing by his standards. But he was used to SHIELD agents who didn't take his shit. "'m gonna...climb back into my hide-out for a couple hours before I head out 'gain. If you need me...jus' give a shout."

"Oh, sorry. Next time, I'll just stay up for several days in a row to watch you myself." He rolled his eyes. There wasn't exactly a wide variety of backup around here.

He dropped his arm, stepping back. "I'll just tie you more securely next time, okay?" He smiled. "You'll tell me if you need backup, right?"

"Hey now...there's always coffee, boss." He flashed Phil a cheeky grin, running his hand through his hair. The tired sigh that escaped his lips didn't offer any optimism for the "Avenger" he guessed. Between Nat going missing and Loki arriving. It didn't leave room for him to actually settle down and think long and hard on any way to get home. Or anything else for that matter.

"Please don't. Those last knots were tricky." He laughed a bit. "C'mon, Philliam. Of course."

Phil scoffed. "Speaking of coffee, you are going to start making it for me every morning after all the trouble you put me through. Indefinitely." He bumped Clint's shoulder with his own.

He was joking. Mostly. He really wouldn't mind waking up to coffee for a few days, at least. He missed waking up to the smell. His last girlfriend used to wake up just a little earlier to shower first and she'd always have coffee brewing by the time he was out of the shower himself. It had been comfortable and pleasant. It had at least somewhat balanced out the fact that he didn't sleep all that well with another person in the room.

Clint's mouth dropped open a little bit in an exaggerated display of shock (and potentially being offended). "But I don't make coffee as good as say...you do, sir." He chuckled, nudging him in return. He wasn't the bumpee after all. "Want breakfast to go with that...since you're makin' me into your kitchen boy?"

He honestly could say that he did not mind in the least bit. Clint was always more of an early riser (or rather a no-sleeper). There was nothing going to change out of the routine except for Phil had coffee and he had juice. Breakfast typically came with the juice since Clint did try to make sure he ate at least in the morning. Any other meal after that was a miracle if he remembered. Or if he just reminded himself to make sure he checked to see if Nat or Phil had eaten yet.

"I wouldn't say no to eggs. Maybe some bacon every once in a while." He laughed. "I deserve morning bacon, don't you think? I work hard."

Not that he would complain, but he was joking. He really was just relieved every morning he woke up and Clint and Sharon were still here. Hell, after the way Sam had stumbled back from his abduction, he was thankful that he was still here.

"Work hard? I haven't seen you do that here in a while." He smiled a bit, stretching out his arms behind him. "Everyone deserves morning bacon once 'n a while. Let's jus' not get used to it. 'm not your slave. Jus' repaying a debt."

Clint wanted to say 'thank you'. But he doubted it'd make much sense to Phil. 'Thank you for not allowing me to hurt anyone' or 'thank you for keeping me on track'. Either way it went. It all sounded stupid so he figured coffee in the morning was going to be just as much as a thank you than anything else.

Phil smiled, making a mental note to make Clint some bacon. He was right. Everyone deserved bacon sometimes and he knew Clint had had a hard time recently. He probably wouldn't light the place on fire making bacon, right? Starting a small grease fire didn't constitute burning the house down, either. He's had enough of them to know.

"I'll keep that in mind, Agent."

Clint would undoubtedly appreciate bacon in the morning. There was no argument to that as he laughed a little and patted Phil on the shoulder. He didn't think reaching in for a hug would have been appropriate at this point. But really, anything was better than nothing at all.

"I'll talk to you later, boss." Clint quickly saluted Phil with a smirk before starting back up his ascent to the attic. "Try to get some sleep, Coulson."