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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: 14
Words: 1672
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AN: Last chapter! *cries* But I hope that you have enjoyed this wild ride and that you will keep coming back for more! *snugs all the lovely people* Look out for a the Kuroshitsuji/Bleach fic that is coming out next. :D

Enjoy.

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“You seriously scared the absolute shit out of me,” Clint sighed as he slumped back on the couch. Phil smiled slightly as he settled into the recliner, kicking up the footrest. “I know, I know, you didn’t mean to but still…”

“We both knew that there was the possibility of one of us getting hurt while on the job,” Phil drawled. He settled fully down with a groan.

Tony, true to his nature, had flown the two males out to his Miami house after having a room set-up for Phil once the S.H.I.E.L.D. doctors had approved him to leave the base. While the genius was still at the house, mostly down in his lab going over plans and creating new suits, the other two men had run of the house. Tony tended to stick to his bedroom and lab anyways.

Clint still couldn’t figure out why Steve was so huffy and pissy about Tony and the way he was naturally. When he had asked Tony about it, he had said it had something to do with his father.

“Yeah. I know.” Clint sighed, handing Phil a bottle of root beer, the only kind of beer that Tony was keeping in stock in his homes since they learned of what was coming. “I just…” he started. Phil smiled softly at him.

“I know,” he promised. He reached out and tugged on a bit of the other man’s short hair. “This isn’t anything amazing though. With the fact that Loki kick started my healing process even as he pulled the staff out, I was saved. To be truthful, the stab wound that I dealt with because of my idiot brother was more fatal than this one,” he admitted. He rubbed at the spot where the scar from that sat.

Clint stared at him, having only heard bits and pieces of Phil’s life history over the years. He knew that the man had at one time been learning to run a circus while his brother worked as one of the front people along with a guy named Trickshot when he actually showed up for work. He also knew that he and his brother had lost their parents at a young age, had gone to live with his uncle in said circus, and that his brother had helped Trickshot steal quite a bit of money from their employers.

But to hear Phil talk about that time of his life in detail was rare.

“How old were you when you got the contract with the Army?” he asked suddenly. He was rather curious about that. “You know that I joined right out of high school for their degree program that they offered, but I don’t actually know about you.”

“I was seventeen when I was stabbed. My birthday happened while I was in the hospital and had just turned nineteen when I was offered the contract. I was about twenty-one, almost twenty-two, when I was offered to train teams with S.H.I.E.L.D and I had just turned twenty-four when we formed our team,” Phil drawled. He smirked at the other man. “I’m now twenty-eight and I know for a fact that you’re twenty-seven yourself so don’t try to bullshit me.”

Clint pouted at him. “I should call my mom. Tell her that we’re still alive and all that,” he sighed after a few minutes.

“Now why would you need to tell her about me?” Phil asked. He was feeling rather curious about what his lover and friend was thinking. Especially with the red that was spreading over Clint’s cheeks. “What?”

“I kind of told her about you a few times. Just that I worked with you and that you were a friend,” Clint admitted, blushing brighter. “She kind of put two and two together and came up with us at the least fucking each other every chance we can get. She’s been wanting to meet you for the last two years but with everything that was going on…”

Phil stared at Clint for several seconds before he snorted and burst into laughter, shaking his head. He smiled indulgently at the other man. “Oh my, but that is interesting,” he drawled. He tilted his head to the side, eyes half lidded. “Did you tell her that I’m not known to be a good boy despite the way I dress and the way I act? That I bounced from home to home until I was finished being raised in a circus?” he asked.

“Yep.” Clint nodded. “She still wants to meet with you,” he told him. He shrugged with a slight smile. Phil laughed once more, shaking his head. “She wants to stuff you full of good food. I told her to let me figure things out before she went and treated you like one of her own.”

“So?” Phil asked after he had gotten his laughter under control.

“So what?” Clint asked. He shifted and eyed the man next to him as Phil shifted, laying partially against the squishy arm of the couch.

“Did you figure things out?” he asked him. Clint narrowed his eyes at Phil, noting that the man sounded as if he already knew something and was just waiting for him to figure it out himself.

Clint sighed and moved to the extra-large recliner, climbing onto it carefully, taking care that he didn’t hit the still healing wound. He laid on his side with his head on Phil’s shoulder. Every time they watched movies or shows together, they had landed in that very position, usually on a couch, but this time there was something more to it.

Phil smiled and shifted slightly so that he could wrap his arm around Clint’s waist, holding him close and nuzzling into soft, short hair.

“I think that I don’t want to just bring one of my best friend’s home with me. I want to take…” Clint started, trailing off with a blush. He flicked his eyes up at the other man. “I want to take my partner home with me,” he finished. He looked at the softly smiling Phil who just raised an eyebrow. “You knew that we would come to this most likely, didn’t you?” he asked, pouting at his lover.

Phil laughed again, a soft sweet sound that always warmed Clint inside out, knowing that that laugh was meant for him and him alone. “I did indeed know that there was a possibility for more for us. But nothing else,” Phil admitted after he stopped laughing. “We were partnered because of our temperaments. Our pasts worked well with each other, Clint. We would be able to even each other out while I made sure that our life didn’t hurt your world view to a point of no return. You had such a happy life that they were worried about that, even with your service record.”

Clint frowned at that. “Fury wanted to make sure that I wouldn’t go off the deep end, huh?” He snorted. “My mother would have hunted me down, hogtied me, and stuffed me into a closet until I was sane again if I did that. He does know this right?” he asked.

“He found that particular bit of information out after she had called him up the last Christmas that you couldn’t return home because of missions. I was speaking with Hill and heard the yelling from down the hall,” Phil snorted. “That’s why you don’t have any long-term missions during the month of December,” he drawled.

“And why I’ve been getting my requests returned rather fast too, right? I’m on the ‘get rid of list due to parents’ list,” Clint teased. He laid his head back down, feeling rather good about how things were going for him now.

“Yep.” Phil stroked a hand up and down Clint’s back, content for the moment to just lay there with him. His stomach on the other hand suddenly rumbled, demanding food right then and there. “I suppose that we need to get food,” he mused.

As Clint moved to stand up to hunt food down, Tony strolled through the living room with his wallet in hand. “What are you up to, genius boy?” the archer asked. The doorbell rang in answer.

“JARVIS told me that you were cuddling and being smoochie while you two figured things out,” Tony drawled. “So, I ordered celebratory food. Three deep dish pizzas from a real pizza place, along with various other dishes to choose from. Dessert is going to be gooey since I have all of the ingredients for Death by Chocolate,” he continued. He opened the door and smiled at the delivery boy. “Just set it on the coffee table, would ya?” he asked, watching the guy juggle the boxes.

The delivery boy, who turned out to be more of a man in age, did so before smiling at Tony, his eyes running over him. Tony just gave the man a thoughtful look.

Phil broke into Tony’s thinking with a roll of his eyes. “Pay the man, Tony. Clint, plates and napkins. I need to move into a better position to eat anyways. The docs would gut me if I ate in this position.”

“I thought that you had already been gutted,” Tony quipped. He paid the man and tipped him before showing him out. Phil groaned for more than the pain of sitting up as Clint padded into the kitchen for said items.

“We have got to find someone to fuck you into oblivion. Often,” Phil snorted. He smirked at a sudden idea. Clint walked out to the two having a stare down.

“Don’t even think about it,” Tony warned before he sat down, leaving Clint confused.

‘What had just happened?’ he wondered.

The moment that Tony opened the various boxes and containers though, he shoved those thoughts out. He had his new best friend, his lover, and good food laid out before him. He would be taking his lover home once he was healed, and that was a good thing in his mind.

Life was good.
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