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“You’re cut all around Mon Cher.” Remy sighed softly stroking Clint’s blonde hair from his face, taking his time to look over the scratches and bruises accompanying his tan skin.
The archer only lifted his lip’s in a gentle smile from underneath his mask tipping his head slightly to chase Remy’s fingers that softly tucked the loose blonde strands behind his ear making sure to avoid tangling them in the other’s hearing aid. As he finished moving the stands away he let his hand linger a bit, the tips of his fingers tangling with the messy blonde hair that was there before he flattened his hand underneath Clint’s ear, cupping his cheek so he could see the bruising better.
“mon bébé” Remy teased watching intently as Clint leaned into the hand that was cupping his cheek, Remy even rubbing gentle strokes against his cheek and sometimes bumping against the mask he wore for whatever reason he could make up.
some day’s it was “what it looks cool?” And others he’d whisper “it makes me feel more comfortable.
and for whatever reason he’d make up or say Remy would nod along and let Clint feel pride in himself for that purple mask that’d cover his freckles and beautiful smile. Though Remy doesn’t mind hearing his muffed voice whenever they go together on missions, it makes it less distracting.
”so…what’s my dilemma Rem? Am I gonna live to make it out the circus days!” Clint joked his voice muffled and smile covered yet Remy knew he was beaming at the joke, his eyes slightly scrunched up.
“The dilemma is that you need a quick card.” Remy said back using his free hand to pluck a card from the deck sitting beside them on the couch.
He slowly pulled it towards his face, watching as Clint’s gaze followed the movement his blue eyes lidded and tired looking yet as Remy pressed the card against his lips he could see the way the blondes eyes widened a bit the movement being felt as Remy still stroked a thumb across his cheek, pausing right before a small bruise.
”was that-“ The archer started before stopping when Remy instantly made the card glow a soft pink, the energy being felt instantly between the two.
”take the mask off mon cher“ Remy stated softly nearing the end of the sentence as Clint blinked at him for a bit, his eyes still lingering on the card now barely pressed against his cajin’s lips.
The blonde didn’t reply only moved his hand to his face taking a bit to maneuver around his hair to get to the clip around his ear, softly unclipping the mask and watching it slip from his face revealing a soft smile underneath it, his freckles shining brightly from the sun hitting his tan skin and all Remy could do was look all around his face before helping him unclip the other side, making due with it almost instantly letting the mask fully fall from Clint’s face and thudding softly against his lap.
“there, all better?” He asked with a grin as Remy only pressed the card to his now exposed lip’s the action making Clint freeze instantly underneath the pressure, the bright pink illuminating Clint’s face like a soft blush as he looked at Remy with widened eyes and confusion laced between.
but he couldn't say anything due to the card pressed against his lips instead opting to watch Remy with a soft gaze, feeling as Remy leaned forward to also press his lips against the opposite side of the card, which only made the energy stronger before Clint watched it disappear into a soft mist of pink the energy fully absorbing into Clint’s body as he blinked mindlessly at Remy who stayed where he was smiling at the blonde.
Remy watched as the bruises and cuts slowly faded from Clint’s skin, the perfect tan coming back as the purple and red blotches disappeared with the pink mist left behind, though he started to gaze closely at the red dust glittered on Clint’s cheeks.
”oh wow” Clint suddenly blurted snapping Remy from his daze, as Clint watched Remy cock an eyebrow at him.
“Great deal that left you huh?” Remy asked with a glint in his eyes and a certain smile on his lips.
”yeah…so! Wanna do it without the card Rem?” Clint quickly replied back his words choked out stammered and rushed, as Remy chuckled and shook his head.
the Cajun just sighing before patting Clint’s cheek and trailing the pads of his fingers against the archers cheek, feeling the subtle warmth that was left behind.
”well, how’d the mission go first than you’ll see what you get for dealing with everything.” The redhead noted as Clint just flattened and frowned.
”really? You wanna hear about all that? He groaned his lips forming a very visible pout that Remy only found amusing.
“Yes I would Cher, now deal out the details.” He returned firm in his decision to find out how the mission went for his purple dressed partner.
Clint only seemed very unamused in this decision as he just sighed and leaned back Remy following the movement as he kept his hand on Clint’s face feeling as the other smiled trying to remember details and piece things together because getting teleported from and back through different dimensions is a bit of a work out for their simpler brains…though Remy wondered if certain realities of them had it easier.
”well you remember how it goes…the usual get beat beat people up deal! Oh and Luna was there she was as usual awesome who doesn’t like fighting side by side with the biggest pop star ever? Makes me feel special.” He rambled feeling Remy move his hand from his cheek to thread through his blonde hair, skipping through the brown peaking from beneath.
”you’re always special mon cher.” Remy said back softly, as he gently stroked through the hair near Clint’s neck it longer since he hadn’t tied it back up since he entered their shared space.
”yeah but it’s Luna Snow, Blades got her on his playlist! And I can barely get Blade to listen to my songs.” Clint sighed shifting so Remy could press closer the two content in staying like that for a while.
And when he did he know that he’d stay by Clint’s side for as long as the galaxies would let him, even when Clint would ramble on about pointless nonsense and sometimes poke fun at his choice of weapon Remy would be right beside him. Clint was a special kind of person to Remy whether that be because of his attitude or style he’d alway’s be the one Remy finds…special though his powerless self and choice of weapon isn’t everyones most favored ideal, it’s his and that’s what makes Hawkeye stand out amongst the sea of other heroes.
so as Remy stayed comfortable on the couch he and Clint stole technically, pressed against Clint’s chest while he stroked soft fingers through the blonde’s hair feeling the other play with his shirt a bit, still very engrossed in his story telling Remy could tell he’s right where he wants to be.