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75. “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” of the charleshawk variety, please and many thank yous
hello!! this one hit me with an idea IMMEDIATELY when I saw it last night, but I was too tired to write it when I saw it. luckily, I was awake enough to jot down the idea, so I didnt lose it!
I am adjusting the line slightly but it is still essentially the same line, I just adjusted a bit for character voice purposes. hope you enjoy!!
Hawkeye isn't quite sure what happens. One second he's talking to Charles, the next his vision's slowly coming back to him and he's got a face full of something soft and warm. He blinks a few times, leaning back to find what looks like an olive drab shirt in front of him, and he looks up to follow that shirt and find that Charles is the wearer. Except there's... two of him.
He blinks again. The two Charles' merge together to make one Charles, who's frowning down at him.
"There you are," He says, brow furrowing, "I had a feeling that might happen."
Hawkeye's got this feeling like his head's full of cotton. He can't really... think. It's all fuzzy and distorted. "Had a feeling about... what?" He manages to get out. He feels like he swallowed glue.
"You fainted," Charles supplies, "Straight into my arms, in fact. You know, Pierce, if you really wanted my attention so badly, you could've just asked. You didn't need to go to such extremes."
Hawkeye feels himself being helped to his feet, and suddenly becomes aware of Charles' hands locked around his arms. He gets his feet under him, manages to properly stand, though his knees feel like the jelly-like gravy that got served with last night's dinner. He sways a bit, and instinctively grabs hold of Charles to keep steady.
"Steady, Pierce," Charles murmurs, keeping a firm grip on him, "I've got you," He gives Hawkeye a moment to get his bearings, watches him carefully before he adds, "Maybe next time you'll listen to me. I told you it wasn't a good idea to give blood when it hasn't even been a week since your last donation."
Ah. Right. That would explain it. He remembers the conversation, had as he was climbing into the post-OP bed to be tapped and drained, Charles none too pleased about it. He knew, then, that Charles was right, but, well... a kid with a ruined belly needed blood, and he had the right flavour.
"You would've done the same thing." He points out.
"I have done the same thing," Charles reminds him, "That's how I knew it was a bad idea."
"You'd do it again." Hawkeye counters.
Charles gives him a thoroughly unimpressed look, before sighing. "Yes, I suppose I would," He concedes, "Still. That doesn't mean it's a good idea. It just means we're both fools." He adds.
"I know I'm a fool," Hawkeye grins, cheeky, "I'm a fool for you."
Charles looks, if possible, even more unimpressed. "You're delirious," He deadpans, "Come on, jester. Time for bed." He maneuvers one arm around Hawkeye, gets his shoulder under his so he can easily pull his arm up around his neck.
Hawkeye lets him take the lead, slotting nicely against his side and leaning most of his weight into him. "You're gonna take me to bed?" He asks, just to needle him, "Charles, how forward."
"Can it," Charles mutters, even as he adjusts the arm he's got around his waist to hold him tight, "I'm taking you to your own bloody bed, and perhaps you'll wake up civilized." He starts them towards the door, moving slowly, considerately, so that Hawkeye can keep up.
Hawkeye, of course, thanks him for it by continuing to poke the bear, "Promise to wake me with a kiss?"
"A kiss from a frog, maybe." Charles grouses, holding the door open and guiding Hawkeye through.
"Aw, Charles, that's no way to talk about yourself," Hawkeye continues, undeterred and all smiles, even as he can barely get one foot in front of the other, "I think you're a real prince."
Charles won't even look at him. "I hate you."
"The pink in your cheeks says otherwise."
"I really, really hate you."
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