Even though he wasn't allowed in the recovery room, Clint Barton was soon standing in the door of Tasha's suite. They gave the higher level agents the real rooms. It was only fair.
"How's she doing?" Clint asked, the usual roughness of his voice somehow much softer now.
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Date: 2012-09-13 09:52 pm (UTC)From:"How's she doing?" Clint asked, the usual roughness of his voice somehow much softer now.