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Changing Lives	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 1441 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Changing Lives
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Phil/Clint
Chapter: 12
Words: 1373
Warnings: violence
AN: I am so tired, but here you go! More story! And damn, after this chapter, only 3 more to go!

How time flies.

Enjoy!

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Four years, countless missions, lovers who came and went, and Clint and Phil still worked together. Still fucked together. And were currently figuring out what had gone wrong with research.

“You do realize that all of that this sucks hard, yeah?” Clint drawled. Flopping onto the chair, he stared at the white board that had pictures and names on it, thinking of how things had gone down in the last few days. He and Natasha had been watching over a cube that had been found with Steve Rogers AKA Captain America. Dr. Selvig had been the head researcher and had shared his with Fury and Hill about some of the readings.

It had been about then that the cube had flashed, a portal had opened, and Loki had been dropped out. Now that he was sitting for a second, Clint could admit that the guy looked haggard. As if he had been under the care of someone who had broken him. Loki had fought well against him and Natasha, but he had seemed...stiff. As if he was sore. Hurting.

Clint had gotten away from the fight without being hit by the staff, along with Hill and Fury, but Natasha had been compromised. So here they were, in the helicarrier, sitting in front of a board with a list of people that they had called in to track the Tesseract and take out Loki.

And one who had popped up rather randomly.

Phil grunted. “Yes.” He looked over the list with narrowed eyes.

The first person on the board was Tony Stark. Also known as the famous Iron Man. Phil had gone to his tower personally to fill him in, the genius giving him the same look that he always did. He had once more muttered that ‘Barton’ wasn’t right for the man, making him rather amused at his hidden friend. As was their ritual, he explained that his name was ‘Philip Barton’.

Pepper had simply snickered as they sniped and bantered back and forth while talking about what he was being called in for.

The second picture was that of Bruce Banner. The man who could turn into The Hulk and brought back from India. Clint had been sent to get him and had met him outside of the house in India that he was taking care of people, handing him the medicine and asking for a short amount of his time. Because Clint hadn’t used trickery or tried to force him, Bruce had agreed.

He had taken care of the family and three others and then sat down with Clint in his own small hovel home. Clint had laid out all the information that they had and asked his help in getting things done. Bruce had agreed to come to the Helicarrier and search for the cube.

Steve Rogers, Captain America, was the third picture. He had been waiting for Clint and Bruce to arrive already, getting a smirk from his sometimes lover and full-time friend slash handler. The man had been reading over the files and flat out told Phil that he didn’t believe them worth shit.

Phil had just smirked at him, gave him his notes on the people around them that he had written himself and gone to greet Tony and Thor personally.

Thor was the final picture on the board. They knew him and trusted him, to a point, but didn’t know how he was going to react to everything. Especially since it was apparently his own brother who was trying to set up whatever he was setting up. The blond God and Tony had gotten into it, with Tony coming out of that fight with a need to fix another suit of armor, much to his displeasure.

But Thor had ended up singed and respectful of Tony and Steve.

Phil huffed, crossing his legs as he stared at the files. “You’re not happy with the fact that we were forced to gather them all up the way we have,” he said, looking at Clint.

“No, I’m not happy. I don’t like this.” Clint shifted. “Has Stark always had that mask of his?” he asked. Phil just blinked for a moment. Having a loving family who cared for you didn’t mean that a person couldn’t figure out how best to read a person on the go. Clint had learned how to read people from his uncle and perfected it during his time in the military long before he had joined S.H.I.E.L.D.

“I think so. At least from what I’ve seen in the last few years,” he said, tapping his fingers on the chair arm. “He’s always been kind of...a showman. He plays up to the crowd.”

“I see,” Clint hummed, crossing his legs. “You think that he’ll get tired of Rogers comparing him to his father?”

“Sucker bet right there,” Phil stated, shaking his head. “Those two will either be best of friends or be the worst of enemies. And I have no idea what they’ll be in the long run.”

Clint grunted. “I get along with Stark well enough. He’s got a good head on his shoulders. And Banner seems to like him. Finds it amusing that Stark doesn’t fear him at all.”

“I doubt that Stark will fear the greener side of Dr. Banner,” Phil said, shrugging. He stood and stared at the pictures. “Thor...do you think he will be an issue when it comes to Loki?” He looked at his friend.

“In some ways, no. In some others, maybe. He has grown up since the last time you saw him. From what I remember, he was forced to rethink things,” Clint admitted. He crossed his legs and picked up an arrow, playing with it as he thought. “I think he wants to find out what’s going on with his brother, blood or not. He’s worried about the insane bastard.”

“The thing is, I don’t think he’s fully insane. At least not for good reason,” Phil said, sighing as he rubbed at his face. “I looked at the body cam footage and the footage from other sources. Thor told me that his brother had green eyes.”

“Yeah?” Clint asked, watching Phil stand up and pull out two pictures, hanging them up onto the white board with some tape. “Code work on them?” he asked.

“Yes. He was able to clean these up. This first picture is from when he showed himself for a short time when he was checking on his brother. This one is from when he first arrived,” Phil said, pointing to left one before the right one. “See? Different eye color. The same color as Natasha’s became when she had been hypnotized.”

Clint pushed himself up and walked over, comparing the two pictures with narrowed eyes. “Fuck. What do you think we need to do? We have him stuck in that room after all and he’s a sassy bastard but...yeah something feels off,” he sighed, rubbing at his face with a groan.

“We need to speak with him,” Phil decided, walking over to his phone and picking it up as the helicarrier shuddered. Clint staggered into the white board while Phil grunted, shoved into his desk stomach first. “Fuck.”

“What the fuck was that?” Clint snarled as he righted himself, wiping off the dry erase marker from his face and hands.

“It looks like we’re under attack! Natasha is here!” Phil called out as alarms started to blare. “They’re most likely going for Loki. Help the others. Make sure that the Hulk doesn’t bring us down in his rage. If you can, get Natasha free from the mind control,” he told him, pulling out his guns and ammo, making sure he had enough.

“Right,” Clint replied, grabbing his bow and quiver, along with a few extra clips of ammo for his own gun. Opening the door, he turned to look at Phil. “Stay safe.”

“Of course. And if you hear bullshit from Fury, tell him to fuck off and give you the truth,” Phil drawled, Clint smirking at him. Nodding, he left the office and ran for where the Avengers had been. He cursed at hearing the roar of the Hulk as he came across a large broken hole in the floor.
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