[IC]

[stupidcupid]

[ Clint's in bed after the memory flowers and he seems to be awake and resting ]

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[fourthsaken]

[you have one new text message!]

hey, are you up for visitors?

[stupidcupid]

Come on over.

[fourthsaken]

[within about fifteen minutes she's peering into his room, a plastic container in her hand]

Mr. Barton?

[stupidcupid]

Hey.

[fourthsaken]

Hey. I, uh, brought cookies? They're vegan, but I swear they taste, like, exactly like regular cookies.

[stupidcupid]

[blinks]

Thanks?

[fourthsaken]

[holds up the container]

I baked them earlier today. Uh, you can share or whatever if there's too many.

[stupidcupid]

No problem. You doing okay?

[fourthsaken]

[shrugs]

Shouldn't I be asking you that?

[stupidcupid]

I'm fine. Just a bit sore.

[fourthsaken]

You go to the hospital?

[stupidcupid]

Didn't need to. I just got thrown around a lot, that's all.

[fourthsaken]

Do you need pain medicine? I, uh, know someone that could give you some.

[stupidcupid]

Don't worry, I'm all patched up. Like I said, just a bit sore.

[fourthsaken]

Okay, okay. I'll take your word for it.

[stupidcupid]

This isn't my first rodeo.

[fourthsaken]

That's not exactly reassuring, dude.

[stupidcupid]

It's better than nothing.

[fourthsaken]

Not if you're trying to get me to stop worrying about you.

[stupidcupid]

Now I feel like a fragile snowflake.

[fourthsaken]

Welcome to my world.

[hesitates before sitting on the edge of his bed]

Mr. Coulson's making you rest, huh?

[stupidcupid]

My own personal nanny. He cooks and cleans too.

[fourthsaken]

I've experienced the cooking. Should I be worried he wants to cook for me? Do I have a new babysitter?

[stupidcupid]

Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Take advantage.

[fourthsaken]

Accept the food, you mean.