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It was hidden among the black ink, the sole reason for it were he honest with himself. Most never noticed it. But Clint wasn’t most and feeling the archer’s fingers trace over the scar his thoughts went back to day he received the bullet to the arm. “Hazard of the job,” Eames points out, ignoring the roughness of the other’s fingers on his skin. “Didn’t even remember getting shot at the time. Just that we had to get away from the mark’s security. Surprised you noticed it hidden away in the ink.”

“Like the circus.” he nodded, “Got pushed off it. ‘S what I get for being a good guy, I guess.” he chuckled, taking Eames’ fingers and bringing them to his lips. It was easy telling the forger things, bringing up old scars and old memories. It was natural and Clint felt an instant trust he never really had with anyone and that even included Natasha. He hated talking about his past and now he was wearing it like a proud badge on his sleeve, everything displayed and open for question from the man beside him. “I used to in the circus, so you know.” Barton smiled softly, “It wasn’t the best descision of my life but not something I would ever take back.”

“Hard for me t'see you up on a high wire,” he said, shaking his head to hide the smile. Eames wasn’t even certain just how he’d pictured Clint but being in a circus definitely wasn’t it. And yet now that he knew it actually made a lot of sense. “No point in being shamed for our pasted, I mean it’s made us who we are,” he pointed out, bringing their joined hands to his lips to return the gesture. All of this was very strange for him – no one had ever heard some of the things he’d shared. Not even his brother and the man had been there since childhood. Being around Clint was just easy, he found himself sharing bits of his past without so much as a hesitation. “Was in the military back in the day, did demolitions. I was a mere hours from leaving the last tour when I broke my leg in a few places. Ended up stuck in a military hospital for weeks.” The story was one he had never told anyone, was part of how he’d gotten into dream sharing. It was also a story of his own addictions, why he couldn’t give up the PASIV even if he wanted to. “I ended up getting addicted to the painkillers they gave me. Was quite a mess before they forced me to get clean. It’s why I can’t have anything stronger than whatever you can get over the counter.” Being addicted to somnacin was one thing. He could hide that addiction. But painkillers? That road wasn’t something he couldn’t ever go down again. And Clint needed to know that.

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   “Hard for me t'see you up on a high wire,” he said, shaking his head to hide the smile. Eames wasn’t even certain just...

2. ahawkeyesview reblogged this from forgerextraordinaire and added:

   “Like the circus.” he nodded, “Got pushed off it. ’S what I get for being a good guy, I guess.” he chuckled, taking...