( Clint really isn't in the practice of yelling. Hushed whispers on comm-links, that's his normal mode of communication. But as soon as he sees what's happening his voice rings out like a shot, and he doesn't even realize it's the first time he's called her by her name.
He sees that blank look on her face and gorge rises in his throat, and then he hears Coulson's voice and the panic gives way to something harsh and efficient. He knows how far away Phil's place is, knows how Coulson can take care of himself, so he bets on that before cutting the feed, grabbing his bow, and running like hell. )
Please don't die again, Coulson. ( But that's said under his breath. )
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( Clint really isn't in the practice of yelling. Hushed whispers on comm-links, that's his normal mode of communication. But as soon as he sees what's happening his voice rings out like a shot, and he doesn't even realize it's the first time he's called her by her name.
He sees that blank look on her face and gorge rises in his throat, and then he hears Coulson's voice and the panic gives way to something harsh and efficient. He knows how far away Phil's place is, knows how Coulson can take care of himself, so he bets on that before cutting the feed, grabbing his bow, and running like hell. )
Please don't die again, Coulson. ( But that's said under his breath. )