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Changing Lives	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 1443 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Changing Lives
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Phil/Clint
Chapter: 13
Words: 1697
Warnings: Some off-screen death
AN: I’m kind of sad to see this story go. This is not the last chapter, but next chapter is. But I’m also to continue on with what I’m doing with life.

I have a story that is coming out starting Feb 11 that is a Kuroshitsuji/Bleach fluff piece pretty much. It will be 25 chapters and is with the CutsyCat, who is my lovely beta for most of my stories.

I am also writing on an Avengers/Bleach short fic and about to hit the midway point. And another fic that is Marvel/DC crossover. I’m not sure as to how long those two stories will be but I am working on a longer Naruto fic that I’m hoping to finish off before I finish posting these three fics.

And I do mean longer.

So don’t worry, I have a lot of stories to come! For now, enjoy and see you next week!

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Finding the Hulk, Clint started to play “Dodge the big green fist” through the lower areas of the quinjet before finally getting to an airlock and tripping him up and out of the airlock. Panting for a few moments, he saw a flash of red before he had to dodge with a curse of Natasha’s name. Remembering her moves, he dodged and kept out of her way, frowning.

Finally, he grabbed her and used his weight to take her down, slamming her head against the rail of the walkway that they had been fighting on. He did it again when he saw the blue in her normally brown eyes flicker, doing it twice more before it faded completely, and she went limp.

“What? How?” she slurred as she laid on the ground, holding her throbbing head. Clint panted as he rested his hands on his knees, before he chuckled.

“You were really seriously stiff, Nat. You were fighting against yourself,” he said, offering his hand up as the alarms were cut. Red lights were still flashing, making him frown.

“Loki got away,” Natasha groaned, leaning into him. She rubbed at the back of her head. “Really? Did you have to slam my head on the damn railing?”

“Cognitive re-calibration. Or some shit,” Clint drawled, dragging her off to the infirmary. After she had been checked over and given the all clear, they attended the briefing.

He found himself knocked for a loop at the news that Fury told them about Phil, forcing him to call upon every bit of his training to hide his emotions behind a blank face. Natasha just gave him an understanding look while Tony, still pulling himself out of his battered suit, watched.

As Natasha spoke of what she knew about what was going on, Clint listened with half an ear as she talked. His mind swirled with thoughts of Phil. The man had been a solid presence in his life for the last several years, keeping him grounded in ways that his parents couldn’t. But now he was gone...and he ached.

Later, as he was preparing the quinjet to get them to New York where Loki was heading, at least from Natasha’s memory, Tony found him. He had changed into a new under-suit, an Ironman suit waiting for him already. JARVIS had been fast to send it to him from the tower, and it had gotten there just as they had been checked over.

“I would have thought you would be stocking up on your arrows, Legolas,” he drawled. He eyed the other man with thoughtful eyes.

“And I would have thought that you would be in jeans and a t-shirt, Iron Ass,” Clint quipped back. Tony noticed that the words were only half-hearted.

Tony stared at him, honey colored eyes took in the worn look around Clint, frowning slightly. “You gonna be okay to do this? You don’t have to go. Not if you think you’ll break in the middle of the fight,” he said after a moment.

Clint paused as he reached out to press a button on the panel before he turned to really look at the serious looking Tony. He smiled sadly. “I’ll be fine to do this. I promise,” he said. He shook his head. “It hurts, yes. I know that he’s not going to be here to fight with us, but I can do this. I really can. He wouldn’t want the world to go to hell just because I couldn’t do what needs to be done. There’ll be time for me to mourn him.”

Tony nodded. “Yeah, there will be. Hey, if we’re still alive after this shit, I’ll take you to a favorite place of mine. It’s on the outskirts just before the suburbs, and a hole in the wall. Doubtful that it’ll get destroyed this thing. After that, we’ll go to Miami and I’ll let you hide away for a few days in one of my places. Get plastered. Eat junk food. Watch movies that’ll leave you hurting from laughter instead of loss,” he said. He stood straight and patted Clint on the shoulder.

Turning around, he left. As Clint watched him leave, he wondered why the others of their group couldn’t see just who Tony was in truth.

Once they arrived in New York, everyone getting dropped off, they were lost in the heat of battle. The Chitauri came at them hot and fast as Tony muttered about things over their open communications line. When the man had been tossed out of a window, Clint had damn near had a heart attack as they were forced to watch a suit assemble around him.

At least he didn’t go splat on the concrete below.

He barely caught sight of Tony as he pushed a nuke through a portal before falling through as Natasha shoved Loki’s staff through the shield around the machine, short circuiting it. Breathing out, he groaned and started to climb over the rubble to where Tony was on the ground, waking up after being roared at by the Hulk.

“Fuck me. Next time you decide to that, you idiot, I’m tossing you off a cliff myself,” he threatened as he followed instructions on how to unlatch the suit. Tony laughed softly and stood up, turning to his suit to reboot it. They soon gathered Loki from the indent in the floor, Clint finding some satisfaction at holding an arrow on the God.

For the first week after the battle, when they weren’t out helping the clean-up, they were holed up in what was left of Tony’s tower. Tony was working on making sure the base apparatus that would run off the cube would work, asking him several pointed questions on Clint’s suggestion. The rant that Tony went off on after talking to Thor, had been epic and filled with curses about a warrior people who were a bunch of jocks.

After that, he stalked down to the holding cell to talk with Loki about why he had led the invasion, and had learnt about Thanos.

Clint was surprised, only thinking that Tony would learn about the fact that he was hypnotized. Tony and Clint sat down though and talked about the alien threat who was most likely going to take nearly four years to get to them. They weren’t sure what would happen between that moment and their present, but they had to focus on preparing the world for this.

Tony started to plan for satellites that would supposedly be flying out to observe other planets, better and longer lasting, but would watch for Thanos getting to them.

They learned that there were giant robots that looked like cars while Tony was doing some deep diving into government records, but they weren’t really concerned about that. They would ask for help from the alien robots if it came down to it, but for now they were going to ignore it.

It was two weeks after Thor had left, and three after the attack on New York, and the two surprising friends were invading S.H.I.E.L.D.’s intensive care infirmary. Tony had discovered something while scanning through some of the hidden S.H.I.E.L.D. files, doing an update that they had asked and paid for.

The moment that he had learned it, he had found Clint buried under blankets on his bed, holed up in a hidey hole condo that Tony owned, and had babbled about what he had discovered. He had found a special someone in a medical coma in a S.H.I.E.L.D. base.

From there, they had packed up all that they could, hitched a ride on a quinjet that Tony had been tinkering with, and got to the base, getting in easily. Tony left Clint to find Fury, knowing that the man was at the base, so he could tear a strip out of his hide and beat him with it. Clint on the other hand was going to the man who had held his heart without him even knowing it until the moment he thought he was dead.

Slipping into his room, closing the door behind him, Clint swallowed and stared at Phil. He slowly walked over to his bed and picked up the medical file. Reading over it, he frowned slightly as he read over the information that was there. Some of it collaborated with what Loki had talked when Clint had snuck down to talk with him. Swallowing, he saw that whatever healing that had started while Phil had laid there had helped him to live through having the staff shoved into him.

“Damn it, Phil. I really thought that you were dead. When you wake up, I’m going to go use Fury’s ass as a pin cushion again,” Clint huffed, his eyes wet as he stared at his lover, the man breathing evenly.

Sighing to himself, the archer took a seat next to Phil and kicked his legs up onto a low side table, getting comfortable to watch over the man. Natasha would get her text later, when she wasn’t doing some work required to help clean things up. The other Avengers would be called later and told what Tony had discovered. He was so very pissed off and Clint was only trusting Tony to tear Fury apart for him.

He knew that Tony was dismantling every argument that would come from Fury, most likely leaving him worried about a mutiny when he discovered that Tony offered a place for all of the Avengers. Especially when it was learnt that Tony had the copyrights and trademarks to the likeness of the Avengers and was already in the works to create a small business off their names.

But Clint would think about that, after he wasn’t sitting in a chair, melting into the chair that was surprisingly comfortable as he came down from the sudden adrenaline rush. Starting to doze, he missed the tired eyes that opened above the oxygen mask on Phil’s face, and the soft, caring smile that spread over thin lips before the man fell asleep again.

He knew that they would see each other when he woke again, but Phil still had healing to finish.
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