Upstairs: With Oswin

[hasthehighground]

When Clint walks into the bar... he doesn't want to be here.

He hurts, all over, with a headache and bandaging across his back, and pain medicine working with the lack of sleep. Even after 12 hours crashed at Stark Tower last night.

But he owes someone an apology. So he gets a bottle of water, and takes off his sunglasses (tucking them over his shirt) before making his way upstairs.

He stops at Oswin's door, leans his good shoulder against the wall, and knocks.

If it's a little quiet, well: he's a little freaked out.

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[souffle_girlek]

Oswin snorts with unexpected laughter. It's not that Clint's wrong, per say, it's just she wasn't thinking to hear it like that.

"Well, so's your alien, so there."

[hasthehighground]

Clint smiles at her.

Normally, here, he'd ask for a hug. She looks like she could use one.

To be honest, he could use a hug as well.

But... if he was her, he wouldn't feel safe.

"I should probably get heading back," he says. "Get my sleep in while I can."

While he still has access to Nat.

[souffle_girlek]

She nods, her hands twisting in the tea towel again.

"You're not... I mean. You'll come back." She refuses to make it a question. A question he can deny. A statement he should have a harder time with.

[hasthehighground]

Clint nods.

If Fury asks him to put a gun in his mouth, then no.

But until that day, yes.

He stands, carefully. "I still owe you a roadtrip, don't I?"

[souffle_girlek]

"You better believe it, mister." Oswin agrees, firmly. "One completely sans dinosaurs. I'm afraid I have to insist."

[hasthehighground]

Clint considers, briefly, letting her know that birds are technically dinosaurs.

He decides against it.

"Roger that. No dinosaurs. I'll put it on the itinerary."

He hesitates at the door, then just smiles at her, and leaves.

That... could have gone a lot worse.