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[Ha. Ha. Ha. Wait until you talk to Tony, Clint.]

Yeah, he does that. I know. [He does it strikingly less with John than the Avengers, though. The doctor isn't entirely sure what to make of that, but he appreciates Bucky's faith and trust.]

It's not paranoia that's MN-induced talking now, at least. Whatever he says, you can count on that for a bit.

[ Clint snorts. ]

Right, the super-enhanced paranoia is gone at least, just leaving his regular paranoia. [ God, Bucky. Grey hairs for all your friends. ] That was mostly all, I guess.

Are you okay? How's your eye? How's Sherlock doing? [ He has no idea if he's stepping on a minefield here, but. ]

I'm fine. And my eye's still missing, so about as well as can be expected. Sherlock's being an idiot, so that's nothing out of the ordinary. [There's something particularly clipped about that last comment.]

[ Clint pauses, wondering if he wants to step into the middle of that. ]

... What's he doing? [ Yes, apparently. ]

[Does he want to tell Clint when the man is going to be snarling at him once he and Tony figure out they've been lied to about Bucky? Selfishly, John takes the opportunity to vent while he can. His voice becomes more strained.]

Just gonna run an experiment in the chapel morgue. Because he thinks he can out-clever death.

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[ Clint sounds sympathetic now, at least. ] I mean, he can't. Which you already know. What's the experiment, or did he not tell you?

He's going to try two people in the morgue at once. He didn't tell me any specifics on it. Just that he thinks he has an 80% chance of survival and Mr. Taylor has a 40% chance. I told him it should be me there with him, and he just gave me some ridiculous answer about a doctor being less expendable than the two of them.

Yeah, and the fact that he doesn't want you to die. [ Clint's not an idiot, he knows. ] That doesn't make it less of a stupid idea. He's wasting the revival thing.

[Well, yes. That's just understood.]

I already told him to check the revival statistics. He just said he'll be back in a few days if he does die. [John's silent for a moment.] God, this is just like... I hate it when he does this. Proving he's right. That's all that matters. The very first case we ever did together, the day after I moved in with him, he was gonna take a poisoned pill a serial killer had him choose after getting kidnapped. He didn't have to, he'd deduced the gun the man was using to scare his victims into it was just a fake--one of those toy lighters. But Sherlock had to prove he'd picked the right pill, anyway.

He would've done it if someone hadn't shot the killer before they could each swallow the damned things. [John's taking significant liberties in cutting out important details.] He's always been this way. He's always been like this. I could-I could do more back home, though.

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Yeah, but the rules are different here. [ Clint says, trying to be reassuring. ] You're doing all you can do, man. Don't beat yourself up.

I'd offer to talk to him but y'know, he'd probably listen to me less than he does you. Which is a shocking amount of not a lot, if I'm hearing right. [ He sniffs. ] We got two kids with us right now, otherwise I'd say I could try to go track him down. We're not far from the chapel.

[Kids? Well, damn. Tony hadn't mentioned that. Then again, he wanted to go on a manhunt, anyway.]

No. It's fine. I'll figure something out. Mr. Taylor might be willing to slow him down. What with him having the slimmer chances in this scenario. Just... take care of whomever you've got and take care of Tony, all right? I think he needs it, even if he won't say.

[And god knows John isn't prepared to deal with that dickhead right now.]

The kids we've got are Ecks and Al. [ Clint clarifies. Because he considers them both kids. A beat, and then almost sourly: ] And Tony, too, usually. I'm getting the impression you've talked to him, too.

[Ecks and Al are still children, even if they're children who can fight.]

Yeah. I have. [And his tone probably says everything.]

[ Sigh. ] Sorry.

Not your fault, Clint. I really don't know what it is, but we can't go terribly long before rubbing each other up the wrong way. That's the fault between me and him. You've got nothing to do with it.

He's kind of that way with everybody. [ Clint knows very well. ] I can't count the number of times I've gotten into fights with him over stupid shit. He's - really sensitive, from the uh. Point he's from.

[ God that's weird to talk about. ] It might not be my fault but it still sort of paints our team in a crappy light for you.

So I've gathered. We've had a chance to talk about it a little.

The only person he's painting in a bad light is himself. I know you're not one conglomerate. You lot fight too much for that.

I love the guy like a brother, but that doesn't mean I don't want to punch him in his face when he gets like this. I get it, anyway.

I guess I'll go talk to him.

[Yes, go talk to him. And discover why you should be pissed off at John.]

Maybe give it a bit. Good luck, mate.

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