Clint spared a glance behind him, pushing down the irrational fear spiking at the back of his mind that told him to never take his eyes off Coulson again. He'd lost him once already. Had grieved for some time before he'd even considered the possibility that it had been some kind of sick lie on S.H.I.E.L.D's part. He didn't even know how many people were in on it.
"No. I'm off the grid," he said, crossing the threshold. He wasn't sure how easily Coulson would read into that, he knew him better than anyone. Maybe even Natasha. When he said off the grid, he meant exactly what he said. When he didn't show up for work - and fuck, that would've been days ago, and he'd left his phone in the first hire car that he'd abandoned - they would've declared him A.W.O.L.
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Date: 2012-05-10 08:09 pm (UTC)"No. I'm off the grid," he said, crossing the threshold. He wasn't sure how easily Coulson would read into that, he knew him better than anyone. Maybe even Natasha. When he said off the grid, he meant exactly what he said. When he didn't show up for work - and fuck, that would've been days ago, and he'd left his phone in the first hire car that he'd abandoned - they would've declared him A.W.O.L.