He gives a short humorless laugh. When he falls to his knees, he rests a hand on Clint's head in an almost affectionate way.
"You will not be joining him," he says in the same consoling voice. He holds there for a moment then steps away. Really, he will run out of his 'magic healing stuff' at this rate. He only has what he has after Thor argued the point to the Allfather.
Unfortunately, he can't just use mortal first-aid on this injury. He reopens the box and takes a series of packets. He returns to him and tries to push him on his back so he can work on the wound. "How many hours might your life be worth?" he asks, half mocking. He could hold it over him and make him promise all sorts of things for his life. That... should have been a more satisfying thought. It isn't and he's already started sprinkling the stuff on the wound.
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"You will not be joining him," he says in the same consoling voice. He holds there for a moment then steps away. Really, he will run out of his 'magic healing stuff' at this rate. He only has what he has after Thor argued the point to the Allfather.
Unfortunately, he can't just use mortal first-aid on this injury. He reopens the box and takes a series of packets. He returns to him and tries to push him on his back so he can work on the wound. "How many hours might your life be worth?" he asks, half mocking. He could hold it over him and make him promise all sorts of things for his life. That... should have been a more satisfying thought. It isn't and he's already started sprinkling the stuff on the wound.