[ Breath in, hold, breath out -- again, again, again.
Sam's hand curls around his ankle and Clint rubs at his temples, easing down in little incremental inches. Their minds are nestled too close together, but it's okay for now. Good, good, trying to breathe comes easier and easier, and the foreign panic slips away.
There's a humorless little laugh, soft, and Clint's hold tightens just a tad. A reassuring little squeeze -- they're fine. ]
[ Breathe in, hold, breathe out - and Sam's right there with him, hearts beating a steady rhythm as they slowly calm down, settling back into themselves. Sam's always been able to ground better through touch - it's just usually not been with another person before. Maybe because it's not like he's been in a situation like this before, maybe it's just that he trusts Clint - but whatever, Sam can roll with it. He can breathe, ground himself in right now, and let everything else go.
Until there's nothing left but him and Clint, warm and steady, and there's comfort in that. In knowing that, for the moment at least, Sam won't ask about the crackle of blue and Loki's whispers, and Clint won't push at the frozen sensation of helplessness and technicolor explosions. Right now, they can just have this, let it be quiet and calm.
He squeezes back, acknowledging and returning the sentiment - they're fine. ]
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Sam's hand curls around his ankle and Clint rubs at his temples, easing down in little incremental inches. Their minds are nestled too close together, but it's okay for now. Good, good, trying to breathe comes easier and easier, and the foreign panic slips away.
There's a humorless little laugh, soft, and Clint's hold tightens just a tad. A reassuring little squeeze -- they're fine. ]
Nah's good. Give me a minute.
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Until there's nothing left but him and Clint, warm and steady, and there's comfort in that. In knowing that, for the moment at least, Sam won't ask about the crackle of blue and Loki's whispers, and Clint won't push at the frozen sensation of helplessness and technicolor explosions. Right now, they can just have this, let it be quiet and calm.
He squeezes back, acknowledging and returning the sentiment - they're fine. ]
Take all the time you need, man, I got you.