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Fix Him	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 10082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Fix Him
Fandom: Avengers

Chapter: 15
Characters: Phil
Word Count: 1,108
AN: One last chapter to go.
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Phil closed his office door behind him as he left and groaned lowly as he locked it up with the keypad next to it, Jarvis flashing his confirmation for him. Once that was done, he plodded down the hallway, unsurprised by the fact that there was at least two people in the other offices doing their own paperwork. Shaking his head, he came to stand before the elevator and pushed the button to go up to his shared apartment. Swiping his card once inside of said elevator, he slumped against the wall and rubbed at his neck with a low moan.
Once at his floor, the doors opened out into a greeting area with two doors and swipe pads to get into the apartments. Using his card and pressing his thumb to the offered print reader, Phil stepped inside of the apartment, kicking the door closed behind him. Placing his briefcase onto the entry way table, he lent down and pulled his shoes off, placing them onto the shoe rack that was just on the inside of the hall closet. Grabbing his briefcase once more, he headed for the bedrooms, feet sinking into the lush carpet.
Dropping the case off in his office, Phil walked through the bathroom into his bedroom. A quick shower and a change into a night shirt and pants later, he was making a simple sandwich. Sitting down in a chair, he started to eat his food, not expecting Clint to walk out of his own room in nothing more than a pair of low hanging sleeping pants.
And really, he should have expected it to happen. Clint had made it a tortuously pleasurable habit of parading around the apartment in his sleep pants whenever they were done for the day. To be able to watch the very toned body move around in nothing more then sleep pants like sin made Phil curse and praise God that he had such a wonderful sight to enjoy. To see all those shifting muscles that had been shaped by years of a hard life, training and using those bows of his was a blessing and a curse.
Phil glanced up from the newspaper that he had spread out before him on the coffee table as Clint walked around the table to sprawl out on the other end of the couch. A soda can dangled from his fingers as he reminded his handler of a lounging panther.
“How’s the paperwork coming?” Clint asked as Phil flipped the page of his newspaper, continuing to read the article that he had started.
Looking up from the paper, he smiled and shrugged, feeling freshly healed skin and scars pull. “It goes. I’m almost done with getting caught up and should be able to fully catch up with it all tomorrow,” he replied, lips twitching. Since he and Barton had moved in together, they had gotten comfortable enough with each other. “What about you? Still testing out the various bow designs?” he asked.
Clint smirked and nodded his head. “Yeah. Stark is bound and determined to outshine the ones that I’ve been using,” he chuckled.
“Sounds about right with Stark,” Coulson snorted, shaking his head with a smile as he looked down at his newspaper once more. As he flipped the page, he mused, “I don’t think he’s one to let something to go un-tinkered with,” even as he tried hard not to stare at the other man’s chest.
Clint chuckled, a low rich sound that trickled down Coulson’s back, raising goosebumps up and down his arms. “True, true. It’s rather an interesting sight to see him mutter about materials and the such while trying to combine strong carbon fiber composites and woods. The last one though was pretty good if not for the fact that the aim was slightly off.”
“Something that you could compensate for but which takes time to do so, which is something we just don’t have for it on missions,” Coulson replied, eyes catching the nod from the other. “Is he going to try to fix it?” he asked.
“Yeah, no worries on that aspect really. When he does, he’ll move onto the matching arrows,” Clint said, draining his soda can and tossing it into the hidden trash can.
“Good,” Coulson said, smiling and nodding his head. “So you might end up with a new bow for one of the next missions.”
“Yep. I’m going to kill this newest handler though,” Clint warned, watching as the older agent sat back with a wince. He had to admire the smooth way Coulson moved, even still in pain and healing.
“I’ll talk with him tomorrow,” Coulson promised, Barton nodding as he stood up from the couch. Exchanging good nights, the archer headed to his bed. Coulson soon was soon following Barton, knowing that he would wake up from one nightmare or another eventually. He went to bed at nine and woke up at four am, seven hours later, considering it a victory.
Sighing, Coulson got up and walked out to the living room, flopping down onto the couch and picking up a remote control to catch up on the newest news casts. Settling back, he crossed his legs and waited for the casts to load, finding a notepad and pencil to take down notes on things he would need to follow up on later.
He had filled a page about two different casts about an hour later when Barton came out of his own bedroom. The imprint the blankets had left were on his left side and made Coulson smile lightly as the other man climbed up into one of his nests. Shaking his head with a chuckle, he went back to watching the newscasts, writing down his notes.
When Jarvis chimed in that his alarm had been going off for the last ten minutes, Coulson woke up with a jerk, listening to Barton bitch in his cubby hole, more likely having hit his head on something in his nest.
“Thanks, Jarvis. Can you kill my alarm please? And tell my secretary that I might be late into the office today,” he requested.
“Of course, Agent Coulson,” Jarvis replied as the two men went to their rooms to get ready for their day. As Coulson shook off the thoughts about just how comfortable he had been with Barton in the same room and able to sleep so easily with him so close by, he dressed in a new suit. Once dressed, he left the apartment, exchanging a ‘goodbye’ and a ‘see ya later’ with the archer, deciding to think about his thoughts later that night.
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