Chapter 5
Clint woke up, his mind foggy, and bright lights cloudy in his vision. He could hear muffled noises. People's voices. He couldn't tell who they were. But, in hoping that one of them was Coulson, he softly whispered “Sir...”
Clint blinked a couple of time, clearing his vision. He turned to the side, seeing legs right next to his bed. Suited legs. He breathed out. He knew who this was. It was his handler. It was Coulson. He breathed a sigh of relief.
“Barton.” The voice came from the other side of the room. It wasn't Coulson, Clint knew. In fact, it was Fury, he knew. The deep mellow voice was just dominant enough to be Fury. Clint realised that he was suppressing some of his dominance to make Clint comfortable. “You are going home with Coulson for a week. Short term leave.”
Clint sat up a bit too quickly, his head spinning. “Sir?”
Fury narrowed his eyes. “He is your dominant, and in circumstances of leave, SHIELD rules require that you must stay with him. He is having some short term leave, too.”
“Thank you, sir.” His eyes turned to Coulson. “When are we leaving, sir?”