[Unfortunately for Coulson, Clint, given someone he was comfortable enough to share a beg with, was a cuddler. It was a well guarded secret and Coulson would be experiencing that now; Clint curled close to him, head against his chest and an arm thrown over him.
Yeah, Clint is kinda heavy.
The movement though, that is enough to wake him sharply because no-one had gone to bed with him except a kitte and now there's someone there and...
He's got the gun drawn from the bedside table, the safety off and pointed at Coulson's head before he even has chance to wake up properly.]
January 16th, Morning [Action]
Yeah, Clint is kinda heavy.
The movement though, that is enough to wake him sharply because no-one had gone to bed with him except a kitte and now there's someone there and...
He's got the gun drawn from the bedside table, the safety off and pointed at Coulson's head before he even has chance to wake up properly.]