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Also my brain hurts and if I didn't have a few minutes to relax and dream I'd go mad.

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I own nothing you recognise. This is all completely un-beta'd and totally fresh off the top of my brain!


Rose is there waiting when they are released from Fury's office. She wraps them both up in a hug, one arm around each. "I've got a driver," she says. She keeps an arm slung around Clint's waist and he pretends not to lean on her as they leave.

They end up at Rose's place. "She's got the longer couch," Clint explains. She does. Clint is deposited on the sofa while Phil and Rose sift through the dazzling array of takeaway menus. They finally settle on Indian.

Rose cards her fingers through Clint's hair as Phil makes their order.

"Would you like me to kiss it better?" she asks. Clint tilts his head back and levels the most woeful look at her.

"Yes," he whimpers, jutting his lower lip out and wiggling it. She rolls her eyes. Plants a kiss on his brow. Moves around to his side and carefully, oh so gently, brushes her lips against his thigh. Leans in to embrace him.

Phil smiles as he hangs up. Takes the seat on the far end of the couch by Clint's feet. Rose slowly raises Clint's feet to slide in beneath them, snugged up next to Phil.

"Shouldn't be too far. Antique's Road Show?" Phil asks. Rose gives him a wide grin, tongue peeking out between her teeth even as Clint groans in mock horror. "I'll take that as a yes, then."


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