[ It's hard not to react to that spike of anxiety, not to try to soothe it away somehow. He doesn't even comment on it, out of respect for Clint. Sam likes to think that he would have noticed it even without this thing between them, seeing as they'd gotten pretty good at reading each other back on the Raft, but he's not sure enough to risk it. He doesn't want to pick up on anything that Clint isn't willing to give him, and it's easy enough to sink into the humor instead. ]
Eternally hopeful, what can I say?
[ It's only mostly a joke. Sam'd seen too much even before the Accords, even before becoming an Avenger, even before Riley, to really expect anything like the world being fair and square - but there's still a part of him that'll always hope, that'll always work to change that.
And he sucks in a breath at the side of the gash on Clint's torso. It's healing, yeah, but goddamn it'd been just as bad as Sam feared, when he saw Clint fall back in Wakanda.
Easy, right, just another near-death. They both know otherwise. And it's because of that, that Sam doesn't even think about pretending his own hadn't been just as bad. Clint already knows otherwise, it ain't like there's a point in trying to lie. ]
I was choking on my own blood back there, but here? I can still taste it, but doesn't seem like I'm at risk of drowning in it any time soon. Looks like they kept that part of the deal. [ His tone is nice and casual, a match to Clint's, except the low level flare of irritation. Clint was supposed to be a part of that deal, but there's nothing Sam can do about that now. Instead he quirks a little smile. ] Tch, there's always something I can do. I got my kit, don't I?
[ He reaches out, gently resting fingertips on Clint's side, just under the gash - and as soon as he does, there's a surge of warmth and a flare of pain, and Sam watches in shock as the gash disappears from Clint's skin. ] ...the fuck?
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Eternally hopeful, what can I say?
[ It's only mostly a joke. Sam'd seen too much even before the Accords, even before becoming an Avenger, even before Riley, to really expect anything like the world being fair and square - but there's still a part of him that'll always hope, that'll always work to change that.
And he sucks in a breath at the side of the gash on Clint's torso. It's healing, yeah, but goddamn it'd been just as bad as Sam feared, when he saw Clint fall back in Wakanda.
Easy, right, just another near-death. They both know otherwise. And it's because of that, that Sam doesn't even think about pretending his own hadn't been just as bad. Clint already knows otherwise, it ain't like there's a point in trying to lie. ]
I was choking on my own blood back there, but here? I can still taste it, but doesn't seem like I'm at risk of drowning in it any time soon. Looks like they kept that part of the deal. [ His tone is nice and casual, a match to Clint's, except the low level flare of irritation. Clint was supposed to be a part of that deal, but there's nothing Sam can do about that now. Instead he quirks a little smile. ] Tch, there's always something I can do. I got my kit, don't I?
[ He reaches out, gently resting fingertips on Clint's side, just under the gash - and as soon as he does, there's a surge of warmth and a flare of pain, and Sam watches in shock as the gash disappears from Clint's skin. ] ...the fuck?