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Before the year he spent 'dead' dreams were nonexistent, the somnacin having taken care of removing them. Now they were more of a problem than he'd ever imagined. This night his eyes shot open and his hand reached over to the small table to find the chip. Eames didn't know what he'd seen, just that it felt far too real for his likes. Once he determined he was awake and not in a dream, he rolled over and curled against Clint, needing the archer for comfort. Eventually it would pass. It had to.

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Some nights were harder than others, but Clint never let on that he knew when Eames woke. He would roll over still pretending to be asleep and cuddled closer as if he was the needy one and would fall back asleep once Eames had. This time was a little different, the chip had been reached for, the tiny clack of it on the table and Eames moving closer roused the archer. He hummed and pressed a kiss to his lover’s head. “Eames you’re too hot, scoot over.” he teased, but wrapped his arms around the other tighter.

He held him close, running his fingers through his hair, trying to calm him. Clint knew how he felt after a nightmare and figured it be about the same, though maybe a little more so since Eames dealt in dreams. He wished he knew more about it, wish he could help more, though Eames had shared a lot with him, the agent still felt like he barely knew the man in his arms. “Eames..:” he cooed, “If we’re gonna try this us thing, I get to see you like this and when it happens you will see the same from me. You are strong, darling.” Pressing a kiss to the man’s nose, Barton offered a smile, “But I get to be the strong one now, okay? I get to hold you in my arms and protect you. You don’t have to worry, okay? I’m here. and I’ve got you.”

Having Clint run his hands through his hair was soothing; more so than just being held. Eames wasn’t about to tell him that, though. It was something he wanted the archer to keep doing and making him aware of the effects might actually mean the end of it all. “Told you I wasn’t good at this ‘us’ stuff,” he said, chuckling. The other made a good point. Clint needed to see him like this. This was actually tame in comparison to what could actually happen. “This isn’t the worst that can happen, though. And at some point I should tell you all of it. But tonight? Right now? Would rather just enjoy having you hold me. I’d just rather not thing about what could happen.” Because he was making him feel safe. And he felt like nothing would hurt him. At least not in that moment. All of that could change in an instant but at that very moment? Clint was making him feel protected. “Ti amo, lo sai?”

1. forgerextraordinaire reblogged this from ahawkeyesview and added:

   Having Clint run his hands through his hair was soothing; more so than just being held. Eames wasn’t about to tell him...

2. ahawkeyesview reblogged this from forgerextraordinaire and added:

   He held him close, running his fingers through his hair, trying to calm him. Clint knew how he felt after a nightmare...