Problems: From Rookies to Babies.

[istillbelieveinheroes]

They were on a mission in Canada. Nothing too bad about this one it seemed. Or so it was meant to be pretty easy. There was word of a device being set up there by some unknown group, that was putting off strange readings. For one, they had no intil on the group, for another they had no idea what kind of device. Both things they needed to know about. Why? Because it’s SHIELD and they need to know everything.

It wasn’t top priority however. A training mission, really. Scout and Scoot as Coulson would call it. Since the events in New York, (and, you know, living and all) Fury had been placing him on smaller training missions, when he wasn’t keeping an eye on the Avengers. He had been officially moved to the ‘Ambassador to the Avengers’ as Sitwell laughed.

The point being? This was a simple training mission that won't stay so simple. Because of the need for eyes from a distance, Clint was pulled along as well, which suited Coulson fine, really, and it might have suited Barton fine as well.

But as I said, the mission was simple that didn’t stay simple. One of their rookie Agents got himself into a spot of trouble, captured by a dart to the neck and dragged inside. Another Agent followed him in, tracking. Phil knew she was a good tracker, but he didn’t like the next problem that followed.

Communications ceased to function once the Agent’s stepped inside the small base set inside the hill side. Great.

“Barton. Lost Meyers. Lost Hutchinson. Do you have eyes on Jackson?” Their third rookie who was with them.

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[istillbelieveinheroes]

With a small breath he pulled back, just a bit, eyes partly open as he looked at the man, still not letting him go, but one hand slide down his neck to his shoulder. "You can say that again." He said as he swallowed back a bit of nerves still. He'd seriously wanted to do that for a long while now and he wasn't disappointed.

[from_a_distance]

Both of Clint's arms were around Phil's waist now, keeping him comfortably close. He leaned his head forward to press their foreheads together. "We're going to be alone together sometime soon, right?"

[istillbelieveinheroes]

There was a small frown at that, as he thought about it, staying close to the man however, not backing up yet. "Might not be too, too soon. Have to get this one back to base. Report in. Figure out what the hell happened back there." Eyes down a bit he continued "I'll have some reports to file about... people." You know, work as usual.

[from_a_distance]

"I wasn't thinking in the next few hours," Clint said, smiling faintly. "More in the next few days."

He'd waited this long. He could wait a little longer.

[istillbelieveinheroes]

"Nor am I." He said softly, giving him a look that said this might take a few days. After all, even just getting back to a base was going to take a while by car. "But... yes." He paused, glancing off to the side, at the sodas sitting on the roof of the car, then back. "Barton." A pause then "Clint... go on a date with me."

Simple as that.

[from_a_distance]

Clint laughed softly in surprise. "A...date? Um...what kind of date?"

He can't remember the last time he actually went on a proper date.

[istillbelieveinheroes]

Oh, you had to ask that? He blinked, then chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't know. Haven't really been on a proper date in some time." He drew back a bit more, smirking and leaning his arm on the car. "I'd say dinner but we do that a lot as it is." A tease.

[from_a_distance]

Clint shrugged, smiling, pleased. "We could still do dinner. Somewhere other than a greasy spoon or takeout at HQ..."

He liked the idea the more he thought about it. Doing something together that wasn't related to work at all.

[istillbelieveinheroes]

He smiled a bit fondly at that, looking at the man again. "Dinner then. After the break downs and reports and debriefings. After making sure the girl is taken care of. Dinner I'll take you somewhere nice."

Might be a bit, but soon enough. He just has to keep his mind off of it for a bit longer is all.

[from_a_distance]

"Somewhere nice, huh?" He laughed a little, moving a bit closer. "You gonna make me dress up for this?"

He would, of course, if Phil wanted him to.

[istillbelieveinheroes]

He chuckled at that, reaching out to take up the mans soda bottle and hand it back to him. "Not that nice. Might make you clean up a bit though, but nothing out of the norm. Don't worry. I'm not a five star kind of guy."

He picked up his own soda and the snacks and tilted his head to the car. "What say we get back on the road?"

[from_a_distance]

Clint took the bottle with a smile. "Glad to hear it. Let's get going, then. Sooner we get back, sooner we can have dinner." He let his hand slide along Phil's waist as he pulled back, not quite ready to stop touching yet.

[istillbelieveinheroes]

When you've been around someone as long as he's been around Barton, moving fast loses it's meaning, doesn't it? He found all he wanted to do was move in again and kiss the man. Hell, there were a few other images he wanted to do that he had to tell himself no on.

They had the baby girl to take back as well.

Before moving back fully however he did step in to press a kiss to the man again, saying softly. "You drive. I'll try to get some rest before we pull in."

[from_a_distance]

Clint leaned his forehead against Phil's again briefly, smiling as he did. "Yeah, okay."

He was going to have to be careful or Phil would be able to get him to agree to anything just by kissing him.

[istillbelieveinheroes]

Truthfully, he didn't think he was conning the man into anything. He was just going to try to get some work down on his data pad while the other drove. It was called resting, really.

He gave the man a smile, and was reluctant to pull away from him. Drawing back form his forehead however he moved to the back seat behind the driver, fishing out his case, closing the door so carefully after a check of the baby, and then gave a small shrug to Barton, as if he was anticipating his comment on rest.

With a nearly lopsided smirk (oh god, he could hear his dearly departed mother now 'twitterpated') he moved around to the other side, a hand fixing his tie. "You take it for a few hours. I'll switch when your ready."

[from_a_distance]

Clint didn't feel the need to comment out loud, but the look he gave Phil spoke volumes about what the man considered 'resting.'

"I'll let you drive when you've rested."

Okay, so maybe he had a little verbal comment.

[istillbelieveinheroes]

"This is restful." He said, opening the passenger door and looking over at him over the top of the rig. A brow raised. He was NOT going to be sleeping. Not right now at least. After really bad missions, when it was done and he was at the paper stage, that was when he would spend at least a night, no more then three with the nightmares.

From there he'd correct himself, bottle it up, place it on a shelf in his mind, and move on. Not healthy, to some, but it was how he managed to move on with out being a complete mess.

Thus he was NOT sleeping just yet. He had things to do.

[from_a_distance]

"We'll see," was Clint's only comment. He could usually tell when Phil was rested and when he wasn't. He got into the driver's side with no further comment, careful to shut the door quietly so he didn't wake up the baby.

[istillbelieveinheroes]

He gave a small snorted huff of air, amused sounding, but got in the car, closing the door careful, resting his bag on his lap, and turning back to look over the child. Still knocked out, hands fully relaxed. Still breathing. They didn't bother her at all. Good.

He sat his drink in a cup holder at his left, sat his fruit candies in the cup holder in the center, an open offer to Barton for some. And he pulled out his large screen data pad, thumbing it on. You realize he can write reports on this thing?

[from_a_distance]

He realized it, yes. He was kind of hoping that, in exchange for him not kicking up a fuss, Phil might do some of his reports too...

"Don't have too much fun there," he said with a smirk.

[istillbelieveinheroes]

"You know I wont." He said lightly, and no, you get to do your on report, Clint. He's not that nice (all the time) though... he might do some of the smaller pesky ones. Maybe. None the less, his thumbs were tapping over a keyboard already, pausing only when he went to look something up.

"Something you get to look forward to later. Either when we get to base or when I'm driving."

[from_a_distance]

"If you're driving, I'm sleeping," Clint said, arching an eyebrow. "They can wait until later."

Much later, if he had anything to say about it.

[istillbelieveinheroes]

"Let me guess. Much later, correct?" He said, as if he were a mind reader.

He was amused though, tilting his head back as he searched something. "I find it relaxing. I'll sleep later."

[from_a_distance]

"Just so long as you do sometime," Clint said, choosing not to answer the assumption.

[istillbelieveinheroes]

Sleep now wouldn't be restful, so he just smiled at that, nodded and pulled up a file he needed. "I'll get some sleep in before our..." He licked his lips, it seeming odd to say "date. That way I won't bore you to sleep on it."