Clint:
'Clint'
You sighed. This was going to be an awkward 7 minutes of just standing there.
"Oh, you got Clint." Tony said, and you grimaced.
"That's gonna be an awkward 7 minutes of just standing there." Tony grinned at you.
"Better than 7 minutes of kissing you." You said, sticking your tongue out at him.
"Hmph!" Tony grunted. He pushed you into a closet. It was tiny.
"How'd you get a closet this small?" You asked Tony as he pranced off. He came back with a silent Clint in tow. He shoved him in the closet, and locked the door.
"Use protection!" He shouted, walking away. You stood there silently. Clint stood there silently.
"So
Break In
Pairing: Clint/Coulson
Including: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers and Thor
Rating: T
Warnings: Language, Angst, M/M Situations
A/N: Inspired by Halestorm's Break In. It's a beautiful song, listen to it!!
Summary: Clint gets a call about someone breaking into his and Phil's old place. When he goes to investigate said incident he gets something he was never expecting.
For the past week and four days Clint's neighbors have been informing him that a man in a suit has been coming in and out of his home that he shared with Phil.
At first, Clint brushes it off as one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. guys taking out all o
Phil Coulson was more confused than he had ever been in his life when he was called into Fury's office and the man greeted him, with a small blond boy asleep in his arms. Fury had his back to him and was rocking back and forth slightly in an almost paternal way. Coulson wouldn't have even seen the small boy if it hadn't been for his head resting on the mans shoulder. There was something familiar about his face but Phil couldn't quite place it. "You needed me, sir?" he said when Fury didn't say anything.
The Director turned to look a him and motioned for him to speak softer before he began to speak himself, voice barely above a whisper. "Ye
All the Stuffed Animals at the Fair by China-Dolly, literature
Literature
All the Stuffed Animals at the Fair
Summary: The second Phil laid eyes on the green teddy bear perched atop of his desk he knew Barton was up to something. He just wasn't sure what.
All the Stuffed Animals at the Fair
It was dark outside and a cold wind and slow drizzle set the stage as they waited for their target to arrive. Everyone was alert, finger-on-the-trigger and ready to obey the first order given to them. Until then, lines were ordered into radio-silence.
"So, what's your favorite color, Sir?"
Phil Coulson resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He knew radio-silence meant nothing to Clint Barton unless the situation deemed it absolutely necessary. Absolutely necessar
In Your Room
Pairing: Clint/Coulson, Natasha/Clint (Friendship)
Rating: T
Warnings: Language, Angst, M/M Situations, Mentions of Character Death
A/N: Pretty much written because of the song In Your Room by Halestorm. Listen to it!!
Summary: Natasha and Clint go to Clint and Phil's old home to collect his things, but Clint doesn't want Tash coming into their bedroom.
Clint unlocks the door to the apartment and looks around. Everything is exactly how the left it before going to New Mexico. Clint scratches at his neck. He doesn't want to step in the door. It's perfect this way, and he feels like he'll ruin it if he walks into this beautif
Worry Me Avengers Clint/Coulson by skittle-lips, literature
Literature
Worry Me Avengers Clint/Coulson
"Why didn't you tell me?" Clint Barton screamed, making the red haired woman in front of him flinch slightly.
"Because I thought he was dead, Clint. I couldn't put you through that, not yet," Natasha said in way of apology.
"Because telling me later would have made it that much," he growled. He was on the verge of tears as well, but he wasn't about to let her see him cry, especially when the was this pissed. He hated being lied to.
"It wasn't even true, so stop throwing a fit and get your ass to the hospital," she growled back before shoving him towards his room to get changed out of his Hawkeye uniform. She'd known he'd do this, but h
In Memoriam
in memoriam, a Latin phrase that translates directly as 'in memory of'"Did you mourn?"
"We all did."They all mourn. Just in different ways.
There is a bloodstain on the wall.
None of them ever mention it or show any sign of letting it dwell in their thoughts, but Fury has noticedwith his 'good eye' as Stark likes to refer to it asthat there are a few rare moments just before a mission when they can be found gathered around the mark they refuse to let anyone clean away, and one or two of them at a time can be found giving it more than just a passing glance as they wander by it, fingers outstretched and tips ba