"Alien DNA... made me a little on the psychotic side for a while. Hurt like hell. Begged to die. All that fun stuff." He spoke wryly, his inflection no different than it ever was. "You know how well he listens to anyone's requests." Obviously begging for mercy wasn't an option for Phil. At this point, Coulson gave up on thinking he was anything less than Fury's shadow puppet.
He picked at his slacks quietly. "I was the one that got this helicarrier built. That was a bit difficult." Keeping Clint distracted proved hard when he knew he had nothing useful to say. Especially when the other tensed up at his touch. It made him lower his own head, thinking back on the agent he lost because of what he was now.
"I wouldn't say difficult. You remind me that I'm still human... or hope I am." Shrugging slightly, he managed a wry half smile. "I'd let her."
Finally looking up at Clint, he pursed his lips before trying quietly. "I'm sorry. For not telling you sooner. For everything... for dying on you like that." Just don't mention Laura, not right now. "Mind patching me up when Natasha is done with me?"
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He picked at his slacks quietly. "I was the one that got this helicarrier built. That was a bit difficult." Keeping Clint distracted proved hard when he knew he had nothing useful to say. Especially when the other tensed up at his touch. It made him lower his own head, thinking back on the agent he lost because of what he was now.
"I wouldn't say difficult. You remind me that I'm still human... or hope I am." Shrugging slightly, he managed a wry half smile. "I'd let her."
Finally looking up at Clint, he pursed his lips before trying quietly. "I'm sorry. For not telling you sooner. For everything... for dying on you like that." Just don't mention Laura, not right now. "Mind patching me up when Natasha is done with me?"