“Why didn't you tell me?” Clint Barton screamed, making the red haired woman in front of him flinch slightly.
“Because I thought he was dead, Clint. I couldn't put you through that, not yet,” Natasha said in way of apology.
“Because telling me later would have made it that much,” he growled. He was on the verge of tears as well, but he wasn't about to let her see him cry, especially when the was this pissed. He hated being lied to.
“It wasn't even true, so stop throwing a fit and get your ass to the hospital,” she growled back before shoving him towards his room to get changed out of his Hawkeye uniform. She'd known he'd do this, but he had better places to be right now.
Clint gave her a withering look to let her know that this wasn't over yet and went to change.
He'd stopped of at the flower shop and the coffee shop before he came, so when he walked into the hospital with a bouquet of flowers he was swarmed by the unbusy and even some of the busy nurses asking to help direct him. In the end he turned them all down. He knew exactly where he was going and that person was the only person he cared to see or talk to right now.
He knocked lightly on the door before taking a deep breath and peeking inside. “Phil?”
The injured man looked up from where he was laying in the hospital bed, his injured arm resting in a sling. He smiled when he saw the nervous archer and beckoned him in. One of his eyebrows arched up at the flowers and Clint looked away, even more nervous now. He should've known bring flowers was stupid. He continued to look away as he set them down on the table beside Phil's bed. He looked up to hand the injured the man the coffee though, but his eyes never made it passed the injured shoulder.
“Are you going to say anything or just stare at me?” Phil's voice sounded amused and it brought a smile to Clint's lips as he sat down.
“Stare,” the blond answered as he scooted his chair closer to the bed, his eyes drifting up so that he was looking Coulson in the eyes now. “How about you?”
“I was planning to stare as well, especially since last I knew you were working for Loki,” He didn't sound angry but it was obvious he'd been worried and it made Clint look away in shame.
The very memory of being under the Gods control made his blood run cold. “Yeah, not my favorite job...”
A long silence stretched out between them and it made the archer twitch nervously. Phil was the one who finally broke it, taking Clint’s hand in his when he finally spoke. “I missed you.”
“So did I. No one told me anything until Tasha found out you were actually alive,” Clint snorted, still irritated by that. If anyone had a right to know about what happened to Phil it was him, but then again he couldn't promise that he'd have let Thor take Loki back, alive at least, if he had been told that the older agent was dead.
“Well, you know now and you're here. That's what matters.”
Clint couldn't disagree with that and he decided that maybe this wasn't all bad as he leaned into kiss Phil. Now he had a reason to keep him home and take care of him.