Steve watched him go order then took the drink when his lover came back to him. “Yeah, I can drive home. You didn’t tell me they gave you pain meds, Clint.” He frowned softly, looking at him worriedly. “Are you going to be able to eat when we get home?”
Clint rolled his eyes. “A graze needs to be stitched, Steve. The meds for SHIELD are just stronger than normal because the team has a higher tolerance for them.” he replied. “I’ll be able to eat, I just don’t trust myself behind the wheel right now. Food and cuddles and I’ll be fine.” he promised, kissing Steve’s cheek. “Don’t worry so much, you’ll give yourself a heart attack.”
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