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Fix Him	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 10082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Fix Him
Chapter: 17
Fandom: Avengers
Characters: Phil
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AN: Yes, I'm back to posting these. Almost all the way caught up on things.

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He hated his life sometimes and wanted to do nothing more than forget what had been going on for most of the day. He had just gotten off of the phone with a representative of the president, smoothing ruffled feathers down from the comment that one Tony Stark had made about him. Saying that said president was an idiot who needed to learn how things were really run in American had not been the smartest move he had ever done really.
It had taken a lot of skill, a couple shots of good bourbon and a whole lot of time to smooth things down, including having to remind them that not only was Stark a world citizen, like the rest of the Avengers were, but he was also one of the richest men in America at that time. He didn’t have to share his inventions with them, after all. He could just let them bid at auctions for them like the rest of the world.
That had shut them up quickly enough.
Groaning as he remembered that he would have to do several packets of new paperwork for this stunt, Coulson gazed at the paperwork he was still working on. Pulling open a drawer, he found the custom stamps with the names of the Avengers and his date stamp. He had given in and gotten them created when the paperwork had gotten to ridiculous proportions. Finding the ink pad that went with them, he started on the pile, stamping and writing as he went.
He filled out the paperwork for Natasha’s slight snafu where she had cussed out the ambassador from Russia after he had called her a weak link. They had fixed that line of thinking by letting the ambassador watch her spar with some of the more seasoned agents in SHIELD. But the incident still left him with quite a bit of paperwork to do.
Once those packets were done, he moved on to the ones about the incident that including the Hulk, a butterfly and several buildings. Somehow, during a fight against a rather new enemy, a butterfly had fluttered right past the Hulks snarling face, effectively distracting the large green giant into going after it and destroying six buildings in some way. The only good thing that had come from it was the fact that the buildings were going to be brought down anyways so no one was to pissed.
Rubbing at his head, Coulson stood up and moved over to his coffee station, discovering that a new single serve coffee maker sat next to his old coffee maker. There was also a tree with the single serve coffee cups next to that, all of them from brands that he enjoyed. There was also a few hot chocolate ones: dark, milk and flavored, and some iced tea ones.
Selecting one of the iced teas, he leant down and opened his small fridge, unsurprising at finding a keep cold cup. “When Tony sucks up to a person, he sucks up big time,” he snorted, pulling out the cup and ice tray, cracking out a couple of cubes. Setting the machine to make the tea, tray put away, he found his favored substitute sweetner in a little basket and shook a packet.
With fresh made flavored tea in hand, Coulson sat down and tasted the tea, making a sound of pleasure at the taste before he went back to his reports. He finished the packets about the Hulk and the butterfly incident relatively quickly and took a quick bathroom break only to come back to a box of his favorite honey buns. He took one package out of the box before stashing it away, knowing that Pepper had put it there, having seen her in the hallway.
He indulged in eating the honey bun for a few moments before once more going back to the ever growing pile of paperwork and getting through it with a smirk on his lips. He got through several piles of the paperwork, including several of the rants before he was disturbed by one of the many secretaries with several faxes in her hand. Taking them, he ignored the way she was heavily blushing as she left, tossing the phone number into a shredder.
He liked the secretaries who worked in Avengers Tower, even thought that a few were very pretty looking, but he was just not attracted to any of them. One top of that, he stayed away from any inner-work relationships and his libido was sitting up and begging for Barton at the moment. So they would continue to be disappointed in not getting a call from him.
Shaking his head, he worked through the faxes, setting aside three of them to deal with immediately and the rest to deal with the next day. Picking up his phone, he started to make calls and notes, dealing with the faxes and questions. Once done with the three faxes, Coulson looked up and found that Barton was standing in the doorway with a couple of bags filled with what smelled like some hot dinner.
“Food?” he asked, Barton stepping fully inside of the office with a smirk, closing and locking the door behind him in the process.
“Yep. I needed to use a few things so I made a bunch of stuff and decided that you should eat to,” Barton said.
Coulson smirked. “The only food that you ever allow me to make is stuff that doesn’t require any major cooking or dessert,” he teased, shaking his head.
“After you somehow burned ramen? And how you did that I don’t know, but are you very surprised?” Barton asked as he moved to sit down at the coffee table, placing the bags on the table.
Unloading the bags, Barton exposed the food dish by dish with a flourish. Thick sliced roast beef sandwiches, small but still warm, pizza that was still bubbling hot, Alfredo pasta that had thinly sliced chicken in it, biscuits that were still nice and warm, salads with small apple bits and left over tarts and cakes were spread out before them on the coffee table.
Even as he took his half of the well made food, Coulson eyed the archer that sat across from him. Sitting back in his chair with his plates of food, he bit into the roast beef sandwich, discovering pepper jack cheese on it, before he narrowed his eyes and wondered just what the man was after. He cooked and made a lot of food when there were food makings that needed to be used, but the only time he actually brought food to his office was to either suck up or try to get him to spill about something.
With the way things were going, Coulson was happy to enjoy the meal that was spread out before him, and wait for the other man to finally break the silence that had fallen between them. As he bit into the pizza next, he watched as the other man dug into his own food, smirking every so often.
“Want some tea?” the handler finally asked as he finished his pizza in a few bites.
“Sure, why not?” Barton hummed, shrugging one shoulder.
“Iced or hot?” Coulson asked as he moved to make a cup of iced tea for himself.
“Iced please,” was the reply as Coulson watched him closely with a smirk playing on his lips.
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