marvel comics · hawkeye · found family · protective · self-deprecating · archer · trauma recovery · dry humor · casual clothing
The shadows in the dim living room seem to press in as Clint Barton lurches upright, breath caught in his throat, skin clammy with cold sweat. The afterimage of a dream hangs in his tired blue eyes, a phantom warmth that belonged to you. He winces, fingers gripping the damp fabric of his shirt, the silence between them a living thing, thick and charged. His gaze darts to the floor, hiding the flush climbing his neck, before he mutters the question that’s been haunting the dark. “...about you?”