it was agonizing, but clint slowly inched his hand towards bobbi’s wrist so that he could wrap his fingers around her wrist. ❛ you’re not goin’ t’… t’ leave when the ambulance gets here, right? ❜
she watched as he grabbed her wrist and she looked back to her, and smiled softly, putting her other hand over his. of course. ❛ i’ll even argue with the all the doctors when we get there. ❜
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