Title: Three Conversations (Part 2: Steve and Clint)
Summary: Three conversations, set during Captain America: The Winter Soldier, regarding love, loss, and missed chances.
A/N: I couldn’t get this chapter to turn out how I originally envisioned no matter how hard I tried. I hope it’s still enjoyable nonetheless. Phone calls are hard.
“Barton,” was all the greeting Steve received when he dialled Clint’s number from his motel room phone. The voice was short, efficient, direct; it wasted no time on pleasantries until he knew who was calling.
“Hi Clint, it’s Steve,” he replied. “I hope this isn’t a bad time.”
“Nah, gives me a break from this paperwork,” Clint said, the faintest hint of annoyance and possibly bitterness in his tone. “Last I heard your mission wasn’t going so well.”
Steve pretended not to notice. He knew Clint hadn’t been happy to be left out of the current mission, and Steve suspected he was more than a little perturbed that Natasha was getting partnered up more with Steve lately than him. Couldn’t really blame him; after so many successful missions together, this had to feel like a slight, almost like he was being replaced because of something that had been beyond his control and didn’t seem to have left him with any lingering negative effect on his performance. “It finally turned around today. We should be able to wrap everything up and be back by the end of the week.”
“And the first person you wanted to tell was me. I’m touched,” Clint responded with obvious humour, but there was something restrained in his voice, something wary.
I spend so much time copying photos to practice that I tend to forget what my natural style looks like. I guess it’s something like this.
So here’s a quick painting about how excited I was when I saw the Black Widow wearing an arrow necklace in the Winter Soldier stills and almost drowned in all these OTP feelings.
"Is this love, Agent Romanoff?" "Love is for children, I owe him a debt.