Clint hadn't exactly blamed the others, for not having told him about Coulson's death. Waking up with Natasha by his side, his head pulsing, and feeling slightly sick as the realisation of what he'd done washing over him, he couldn't blame her for not saying anything. She'd had to snap him back to himself quickly, efficiently, so he'd pushed any guilt away, and then they'd been charging head long into the battle for New York.
There was no doubt that Coulson's 'death' had pulled the rest of the team together, giving them a common focus, a common grief. As far as he'd heard in the aftermath, as he'd sat numb, listening, they'd been at odds with each other. Arguing about anything and everything. They'd been a team. Watching each other's backs, saving the world. They'd only grown from there. After they'd had a little time to themselves, though for Clint it'd mostly been a trip to medical and then working himself to exhaustion, sinking arrow after arrow into targets on the range. Not that Coulson needed to know that particular detail.
He didn't protest much, as he took the seat, dragging it out from the table a little. He shrugged. "It's not a big deal," he said. "I've sat up in my nest for longer. I passed a motel about eight miles back, I can go there to sleep or something."
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Date: 2012-05-12 08:07 pm (UTC)There was no doubt that Coulson's 'death' had pulled the rest of the team together, giving them a common focus, a common grief. As far as he'd heard in the aftermath, as he'd sat numb, listening, they'd been at odds with each other. Arguing about anything and everything. They'd been a team. Watching each other's backs, saving the world. They'd only grown from there. After they'd had a little time to themselves, though for Clint it'd mostly been a trip to medical and then working himself to exhaustion, sinking arrow after arrow into targets on the range. Not that Coulson needed to know that particular detail.
He didn't protest much, as he took the seat, dragging it out from the table a little. He shrugged. "It's not a big deal," he said. "I've sat up in my nest for longer. I passed a motel about eight miles back, I can go there to sleep or something."