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"Lieutenant –"
"Shut up," Hawkeye barked before he could even finish saying the word.
Roy sighed and lifted one arm up over his head, bringing the hand to rest behind his head as he shifted in place to make himself more comfortable. It was not the most ideal situation to be in, but they were both adults. They would deal with it.
Sighing again was another mistake.
"Shut up!" Hawkeye hissed next to him.
"I didn't say anything!" he protested.
"You sighed."
"So, what? Now I'm not allowed to breathe?"
"No."
Roy scoffed.
"No, you're not," Hawkeye ground out. "Because it's irritating and I'm trying to sleep."
He fell silent, making a point to exhale loudly through his nose. Hawkeye stiffened beside him and Roy could’ve sworn he heard her growl. Well, two could play at the "being petty while irritated" game.
Silence fell and Roy knew sleep wasn't going to come to him. He was too alert. He was too aware of his position inside this hotel room... And his Lieutenant's position in the room as well.
It was a while before anyone made any sound. Roy had ended up lost in thought, staring up at the flaking paint on the ceiling above him.
"Lieutenant, are you asleep?" he whispered.
"Yes," she barked.
"No, you're not."
"Sir, if you do not stop talking I will chokeslam you through the desk across the room."
Roy spluttered at her threat. But to be perfectly honest, she would probably follow through.
"I just want to talk," he reasoned.
"What could we possibly discuss right now that can't wait until morning?"
"I don't know," he finally answered after a struggle. "I just –"
"Sir," she interrupted him, although the heat of her glare was enough to bring him pause too once she'd sat up and turned around to face him. "Go. To. Sleep. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow and need all the rest we can get."
"But –" he interjected, sitting up from lying down on the bed they currently had to share.
"Oh my God."
Abruptly, Hawkeye stood and grabbed a pillow angrily. She stomped around the bed and grabbed one of the decorative blankets the hotel had provided to cover the bed.
"Where are you going?" Roy frowned.
Hawkeye just glared at him as she threw her pillow onto the floor then crouched, disappearing from view.
"I'm not letting you sleep on the floor," he exclaimed.
"I'm perfectly happy here. Much happier, in fact."
"Lieutenant, get in the bed."
"No."
"Lieutenant –"
"I'm comfortable," she lied, pulling a thin blanket up over her shoulder and closing her eyes in defiance. "And I'm not moving again."
"Hawkeye, this is an order," he growled, his temper rising exponentially.
"Go to sleep!"
Roy threw the sheet off his body and jumped out of bed. Hawkeye's eyes popped open at the sudden commotion, and she frowned as she watched him approach.
"If you refuse to sleep in the bed and want to subject yourself to the cold and uncomfortable floor, then I will too," he huffed. Roy had already felt himself shiver from the cold but remained steadfast in his resolve.
"What?"
"I mean it," he stated confidently. "If you're going to be this petty –"
"Petty?" Hawkeye echoed, offended.
"Yes."
"I just want to sleep!" she exploded, but she didn't raise her voice too high. She did, however, forcefully shove herself up and into a seated position. "You're the one who won't shut up and who keeps fidgeting! How can I fall asleep when you've got ants in your pants just a foot away from me? It's like trying to sleep during an earthquake!"
"I'm sorry!" he replied, volume of his voice rising, but Roy caught himself. He took a deep breath and willed himself to calm down. "I'm sorry," he repeated, his tone much more civil. "I didn't realise I fidgeted a lot in bed. I was just... nervous. And I was worried about doing something that could be construed as unprofessional. It wouldn't be intentional, of course, but it’s still not an ideal situation," he added. "I apologise."
The room was silent as Hawkeye regarded him. Although, it felt like he was on trial, waiting for her verdict.
"Fine," she relented sourly. "But if you start squirming again, it's your ass on the floor, not mine."
Roy frowned. "That's not fair," he began without thinking but Hawkeye's expression quickly had him backpedalling. "All right! All right, sorry. Okay, I will."
Tentatively, Roy re-entered the bed they'd found themselves in for the night. It was just one night. He could survive one night with Hawkeye sleeping next to him, couldn't he? It wasn't the first time it had happened...
Yeah... He'd be fine, right?