Archive: Just tell me where it's going
Summary: A missing scene from 'Requiem for a Lightweight' between Hawkeye and Trapper
'Reqiuem for a Lightweight'
"Duck!"
Trapper turned his attention to Hawkeye, missing the fist that was swinging at him, and looked around for a duck.
"Hawkeye, there's no-"
He stopped mid sentence as fist connected with face, and Trapper fell to the ground. Hawkeye ran to his side, helping him to a sitting position and looking at the bruise that had already started to form on his face. He started to check for a broken cheekbone, but Trapper swatted his hands away.
"Hawk, what are you doing?"
"Let me check for broken bones. Trust me, I'm a doctor."
"I wouldn't trust you if you were the president of the United States."
Hawkeye grinned, knowing that Trapper was only joking, and helped him to his feet. He dusted himself back off, and faced his opponent again.
"Trapper, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Father, it's okay. Besides, I'm sure that I'll be a lot better in the real thing for it. But do you mind if we continue this tomorrow? I can feel my eye getting three times the size it should be."
"Of course not Trapper, I'll see you then."
He left, still apologising on the way out, and before Hawkeye could say a word Trapper interrupted him.
"This is all your fault you realise. If you hadn't shouted duck then maybe I would have been able to notice the fist coming at my face."
"Trap, how is it my fault?"
"Because, you know you're distracting. You know I can't keep my eyes off you."
"I noticed."
"Just make sure you don't do that in the actual fight, okay?"
"Sure Trap. You know what? I think we need a better plan."
"Agreed."
"Can I kiss it better?"
Hawkeye didn't wait for a reply, just kissed his cheek a little below where the bruise was forming, and couldn't resist moving closer and closer to his mouth.
"Hawkeye, I don't think my mouth is broken."
"Well, you never know."
"You're right, we better check it out."
A quick kiss was placed on Trapper's mouth, shortly followed by another, and another. Trapper winced as Hawkeye's hand came into contact with his face, and he pulled away.
"Ice? Soon please?"
Hawkeye nodded, and he found an arm being slung around his shoulders. The pair headed off towards the mess tent, hunting for ice, leaving the boxing ring for another day.