nestinghawk:

iamthefirechild:

nestinghawk:

iamthefirechild:

nestinghawk:

Clint rose and smiled back at you warmly as you came. “So how did it go? Everything alright?” He kisses your non numb cheek gently before wrapping his arm around you. “Ready to leave or do want to sit for bit ?”

Summer glared vaguely at Clint before shaking her head and pointing at her throat. There wasn’t going to be any talking for her for at least a few hours. She pulled him toward the door, bag of medicines clutched in the other hand.

He meant that you could nod and shake your head to answer or point to the chair if you wanted to sit, vocal answer was not expected.

Clint lifts his arms up a little in surrender. “I wasn’t expecting you to talk, that would be stupid, really.” He opens the door and goes out with you. “Do you want me take you straight home? ”

She nodded vigorously, then clutched a hand to her cheek. It wasn’t so much pain as it just felt really strange, with the gauze making her cheek puff out like a chipmunk’s, and the numbness. She swallowed, carefully, and nodded again, closing her eyes. For a minute she leaned on him, emotional exhaustion sweeping over her.

Clint thought Summer looked somewhat cute with her cheek puffed out but he didn’t day say it aloud. He wasn’t willing to receive another glare anytime soon.

“You’ll be home soon.” He holds you and brushes your hair as you lean on him. “Are you thirsty, can you drink?” the hawk asks little concerned and reaches for the juice bottle and straw from the back seat afterwards. 

Summer took the bottle, but lifted the straw out. She held the little page of care instructions to Clint, sipping carefully. It would be really embarrassing to drool right now. One of the top lines on the page read, “No suction (straws, etc.) for 48 hours”. Putting the juice bottle down, she gingerly prodded at the numb area, feeling for the place where the numbness stopped. The skin tingled under her fingertips. Every swallow felt strange.

Reaching out, she patted the steering wheel, meaning that he should drive, and then patted his hand, trying to smile. She would be fine, but she wanted to be home.