skyfallingarchers:

I can’t read your lips, I’m not going to be able to help in this conversation right now. Just… Just let me know when you’re done. Natasha can write it down for me. I’ll wait here. There’s no place else I can go, anyway…

Saw this and got the urge to reread Revelations by snack_size. Clint isn’t actually in a hospital bed in it, but it’s full of wonderful scenes from his point of view where the conversation is going on around him and he’s two miles behind because he can’t keep up with the lipreading. At one point he gets so pissed with it he just sits back and shuts his eyes and pretty much says, “I give up, let me know when you’ve decided on something, because I’m done.”