streetspeakin:

‘  sounds like a big day, son.  ’  he mumbles through his concentration,  gaze 
shifting only to spare a glance to the other half of the piece. birds freeing them-
selves. hits home like the bohemian spirit he is,   casts the small tug of a smile
at the corner of his mouth. who knows, maybe one day he’d be the one to cast
that arm up, too.    maybe he’d be the one to break it.

but for now, with one man’s weakness literally splayed across his lap and only
half-wrapped,    he would have to keep things friendly.    those  other  thoughts
would only matter should they find themselves in a different setting – the  poor
lighting of a dimming bulb half-illuminating   the bare chests and raised fists of
two very desperate people.

‘   by the way,   i changed my mind.   i DO want something from you.   think it’s
only fair, considering the sacrifice i’ve made here today.  ’  rest in fuckin’ pieces,
tank girl.

he watched as the other worked on his hand and let the sleeve on his good arm
fall back down. the birds were covered up only after he let clint get a good enough
look at it. just a common courtesy since the other was wrapping his arm for him.
and it wasn’t like he had anything to hide either. all of the tattoos he had were
something he held some pride over. they were a part of him as much as anything
else was.

a brow raised as the other said that he did want something from him, looking up
from the wrappings to clint himself. a few ideas and thoughts bounced around in
his mind to try and figure out what it was the other wanted from him. one whispered
that he should get a replacement of the comic the other sacrificed for him. but
he’d have to be led to the nearest shop to do that. 

“ guess i owe it to you for taking your time and your comic. ” he wanted to laugh a
bit at that last part. but he was as serious as he could try to be. “ what were you
thinking about? ”