[IC]

[stupidcupid]

[ slipping back inside quietly, cradling his left hand after this went down ]

[ he ruffles through his cabinet to get the bandages . . . ]

Comments

[avengeme]

Just checking.

[stupidcupid]

I guess something will come to me.

[avengeme]

You won't get there waiting.

[stupidcupid]

And what am I supposed to do here?

[avengeme]

I can't tell you what to do. I'd just be ordering you.

[stupidcupid]

Well, I don't know and it's blindingly obvious to everyone I don't.

[avengeme]

What made you happy before?

[stupidcupid]

Working for SHIELD.

[avengeme]

And why aren't you happy now?

[stupidcupid]

[frowns, but he considers that]

I guess the lack of a goal.

[avengeme]

The goal never changed.

You just got sent on a tangent.

[stupidcupid]

What?

[avengeme]

[reaches out to tap at Clint's chest]

You got told something else and you haven't been able to shake it off as right or wrong.

[stupidcupid]

I wasn't told, it went straight to my head.

[avengeme]

Because deep inside every one of us there's a different choice we could have made. That's what he used against you.

[stupidcupid]

... I want my life back.

[avengeme]

So take it back.

[stupidcupid]

[he nods]

[avengeme]

...

[reaches out to clap a hand over the back of his neck]

I think it's time to stop doubting the good you've done in your life, Clint.

[stupidcupid]

[... he leans into that, a little]

Yeah. ... I'll give it my best shot.

[avengeme]

You always do.

[hey. this is as close to a head ruffle as you get right now okay]

You're my best eye in the sky, Barton. Always will be.

[stupidcupid]

I'll put it on my resume.

[avengeme]

I don't accept referral calls.

[moving his hand away now]

[stupidcupid]

You can write it down.

[avengeme]

I think Stark can make an AI for referral calls. Press 1 if you're calling about Clint Barton.