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Fix Him	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 10084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Fix Him
Fandom: Avengers
Chapter: 18
Characters: Phil, Clint
Word count: 1,374
AN: Another chapter down.
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Making the tea with easy movements and trying to ignore the staring that was aimed at his back, Coulson turned around and handed one cup to the other man before sitting back down in his own spot. “You want to ask me something, I just know it, Barton,” he finally said, tasting his own tea and stirring it with the straw.
“You always try to ruin my fun, Coulson,” Barton huffed, getting a low chuckle from the man that sat across from him.
“I do try so hard to,” Coulson drawled as he put his drink to the side and picked up his food, finishing off the Alfredo with a bite and a smile on his lips.
Barton grunted and rubbed at his face, feet stretching out before him with a low hum. “Yeah, you do succeed,” he pouted before shaking his head. “Yeah, I wanted to know what has made you literally hide away in your office, and have Pepper actually go out and buy you a box of honey buns.”
Coulson snorted and pulled his desserts towards him, sinking the fork into a cake he knew to be rich. “Oh, my days have been nothing but one problem after another,” he grunted, eating the bite of sweetness with a sound of delight.
“Oh?” Barton asked, his eyes bright at the thought of hearing what the rest of the Avengers had gotten up to in the last week or so.
“Don’t even think about it, Barton. You aren’t learning shit unless you tell me about this new handler that has been assigned to your team.” Coulson cocked an eyebrow at the pout that was quick to form on Barton’s lips as the man shoved the last of his pizza into his mouth.
It took them sitting there for a good two minutes, staring each other down over the coffee table before Barton finally broke. “Fine,” he grunted, his original handler smiling at him, pleased with himself.
“So, tell me about your new handler. How is she treating you and your team?” Coulson asked. He already had a good idea, the rant from her having come to his computer just before Barton had arrived with his bribe in the form of food. He had been able to read some of the information but had read enough to know that she had tried to put a support into the field and she had been refused in the long run.
“She tried to use one of my hackers to sex bait just because he’s cute and, according to her, obviously a twink,” Barton said, finishing off his food and tea, moving onto the desserts. Coulson frowned heavily.
“Who? Carris?” he asked, remembering the pretty little male who had worked in the back room of the apartment of their first mission. He rarely saw him after that, always working in another apartment or in the van but he had seemed cute, in an androgynous kind of way. But he was far from looking like a twink, to muscled and taller than what a stereotypical twink was. “You’re joking me right? She actually thinks he…? Fuck,” Coulson moaned, shaking his head with a huff of displeasure, eyes closing as he rested his head against the back of the couch.
“Yeah, she actually thinks that he’s a twink and is trained to play bait to boot,” Barton chuckled, shaking his head with a sigh as he relaxed into the couch with a huff. Picking up a brownie, he bit into it with a moan of pleasure, always loving the taste of anything chocolate that Coulson made when he was able to.
Coulson grunted and rubbed at his face with groan, finishing off his cake and standing up to move to his desk. Plucking a pencil from his cup holder, he wrote out a note to talk with Fury about getting his people mentally checked out again and to be a bit more thorough about it. This would be the fourth handler since he had been injured to lose their mind once they took over Barton and his team. “Why is it you keep finding the ones with problems that our people miss?”
“You guys don’t miss them. They just seem to go nuts when they take over handling me and my team,” Barton drawled, shrugging one shoulder with a smirk. “It’s starting to get really annoying since we keep losing handlers. I think the only handler that could deal with us was you. Why can’t you do it again?” he asked, pouting once more.
Coulson snickered and came to sit down again. “Because I have things to do and that includes keeping the Avengers off of the hit list of the media because they do stupid things,” he continued, pointing a finger at the other man with a smirk.
“Us? Do stupid things? Never,” Barton denied, trying to look innocent and getting a dry look from his original handler and now roommate. He fell into thoughtfulness, moving to sit on the back of the couch and perching there. He couldn’t help but think that it seemed as if his SHIELD team was cursed when it came to handlers, having gone through something like 15 of them before they had gotten Coulson. Then they only had gotten to keep him for nearly a year before the whole Loki thing had happened.
“Don’t bullshit me,” Coulson huffed as he stood to make a fresh cup of something or another. He shifted through the options and found a flavored iced tea that he knew he liked and popped it into the machine. Barton smirked softly at himself and rolled his shoulders, unhappy that he had been unable to convince Fury so far to make the man their handler once more, the black male telling them that Coulson did better as the handler and care taker of the Avengers.
He and his group still pouted at that decision.
“So, what has been keeping you so busy with doing so much paperwork and all those calls of yours eh?” Barton asked, smirking at his friend as Coulson groaned and shook his head.
“So many things, so very many things,” Coulson groaned, rubbing at his face with a grunt, falling back into his seat with his drink in hand. “First there’s the whole thing with the Hulk chasing after a butterfly, which was just wrong on so many levels. He destroyed so many buildings and we’re just very lucky that the buildings were scheduled for demolition anyways.” He took a long drink from his cup before rubbing at his face once more. “And let’s not get on what Natasha did with the ambassador. That took him watching her kick several highly trained agents around so he could watch her do so.”
Barton chuckled and nodded his head. “Is that one agent back out finally?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as Coulson nodded his head.
“Yeah, but he’s riding a desk until his ankle is fully healed and then he is to do physical therapy for the next several weeks to get the muscles back into shape,” he said, crossing his legs.
“Of course there was the whole Tony Stark insulting the president thing going on,” Coulson grunted, scowling heavily.
Barton smirked. “Get that fixed?” he asked, making Coulson narrow his eyes at him, feeling as if the man knew something he didn’t know.
“What is it?” he growled, eyes narrowed as he shifted on his seat, Barton’s smirk heavy as his eyes sparkled.
“Well, before I came down with the food, I just happened to be watching the news where Stark was holding a press conference and happened to say he would make a wonderful handler for the Avengers, along with being a better council then the one over us,” he said, playing with his glass, looking almost bored.
Coulson moaned, almost as if he was in pain and wondered if he could get away with draining his whole bottle of bourbon. He just had a feeling he was going to have to deal with the shit that was bound to hit the fan after that little stunt.
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