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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 2
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Barton
Chapter: 2
For: CutsyCat
Word Count: 1,455
AN: Please note that this is for someone. She set the tone for the story itself and told me what to write.
Anyways, again, excuse the dust going on. Thank you and enjoy.
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Putting cups of coffee down onto the table after he had dug out his coffee maker, cups, filters and coffee, Coulson sat down in another seat as he watched the weary looking Barton poured flavored creamer into his cup. The archer was strong but still leanly muscled, his brown hair curling around his face but was still well controlled. Dark eyes took in everything with well controlled sweeps, even as he tested the flavor of his coffee.
“You’re to be my handler now right?” Barton finally asked, cocking an eyebrow upwards as he gazed at the other man. Coulson nodded his head and took a taste of his own coffee. “I see. What exactly are you going to do now that you are?”
“Going to do?” Coulson asked in return, wanting clarification. He had a feeling that he knew what the archer was asking of him, but he still wanted that confirmation before answering.
“What are you going to do as my so called handler?” Barton asked. Fury sat back in his chair and watched as the two conversed,
“I plan on starting by going through all of the files that are sitting in my office currently. There are at least fifteen boxes in there that are full of reports, tapes, and psychological profiles, which I do expect to be at least ninety five percent bullshit,” Coulson stated. Fury smirked behind his coffee cup.
Barton leant back and finish his still hot coffee with a quick drain. “And after you finish doing that?”
Coulson smirked. “I would actually take the time to talk with the group that works with you. After I do that, I will be setting up a soft mission so we can do that together and see how things go,” he said, stirring his own coffee with a spoon. “Would you like some more?” he asked.
“Yeah, please,” Barton replied, handing over the coffee cup. He was rather surprised at how Coulson was acting, not used to a handler that was going to take the time to talk with the team, much less work with them without the need to try and change them or impose his will on them. He was more used to never meeting his handlers officially until the first planning meeting and then having the person trying to change how they worked, usually screwing them over in the long run and the mission was turned into a ‘need to fix right the fuck now’ mission.
A couple of the handlers had also tried to change how they communicated, again, screwing them and the mission over. This always prompted Barton into figuring out how to get rid of the handler while he and the team went back to doing missions their usual way.
But Coulson hadn’t done that. Barton knew that the man had just gotten the assignment of being his handler not five hours ago but already he had a plan of figuring out how things worked with him and his team.
Taking his coffee cup, Barton nodded his head and fully took in the way the man moved and looked. Coulson moved with the silent steps that all the agents learned to move with, brown eyes sweeping back and forth to access any and all threats that could happen. His dark brown hair was trimmed to look fashionable while still being short enough to be hard to grab. His body was built like a fighters, a boxer’s body really, meaning he was broad and with muscles but still lean enough to look unassuming.
Fury had told him before that they had come to Coulson’s suite of rooms that the man was smart, well trained and flexible, which made him one of the best. He had also told the archer that the agent had worked with and helped smooth out some of the rougher field agents. Not only that, but Coulson had a degree in something or another that translated into him having a brain for tactical maneuvers and planning.
All around, one Phil Coulson was a smart, competent handler, which meant that for the moment, Barton was going to hold back on forming an opinion.
“How did today’s mission go?” Coulson asked as he refilled his and Fury’s coffee cups, taking his seat once more.
Barton hummed in thought. “Simple take out in Thailand. The assets of our target has been seized, the guy is dead and his hostages taken cared of,” he stated.
“No injuries to you and your team?” Coulson asked, mind turning over the information as he got it from the archer.
“Some bumps and bruises, one sprained wrist which means our hacker is stuck in the truck and our backup hacker is fielding it for a while,” Barton stated. The term stuck in the truck meant that the person would be in a hidden room, usually two miles minimum from the target, or in the carrier, working from a computer console. Fielding it just meant that the person was going from working from a desk job, so to speak, to working next to the people who did the dirty work.
Sitting back, Coulson broke down the aspects of the teams and agents around them. Those who worked the consoles and computers were trained to fight, but only when it became absolutely necessary while they prepared to run. There were those who did the information gathering and were broken up into two groups: those in the fields and those behind the computers. Hackers fell under that group, at least beyond those field hackers that worked with the various teams. The field agents and the trainers for new agents were interchangeable. It was the handlers that were rare due to the fact that they needed specialized training in basic aspects of computers, hacking and tracking.
Only agents that had been a part of the set up under Fury for over five years could start that training. It took a good year for the training to be done and by then, the sixty some agents originally chosen had been whittled down to four or five that would then be taken in under the guide of an older handler. By the time they were ready to go out on their own, only two or three were left.
Coulson smiled lightly. “Who do you have on your team usually?” he asked.
Barton hummed as he thought for a moment as his eyes narrowed. “Let’s see, two hackers, one fielding it, one truck, three fully trained fielders, a couple extractors and a handler,” he ticked off.
“So a balanced team that can do any mission set before them then,” Coulson summarized.
“Correct. Barton and his team are our best strike and extraction team. They can also pull help from any quarter should they need it, which makes things work even better for them,” Fury stated, breaking into the conversation.
“That’s good to hear,” Coulson said, nodding his head with a smile. Barton watched with assessing eyes as his new handler took in the information that he was getting and asking intelligent questions to get every bit of it that he possibly could. “What type of missions have you taken?” he asked.
Fury turned to the archer to answer that. “Mostly ones where I need to take out various targets, be they buildings or people while the team does the rest of the aspects, usually removing people that are innocent,’ he said, shrugging. “A few of close and personal, but not a whole lot of them.”
“So you and your team prefer long distance instead of up close work,” Coulson mused, nodding his head. “Good to know that. I’ll set up a soft mission in a couple of weeks so I have time to talk with the team and get to know everything that I can learn beforehand.”
“That sounds like a plan to me,” Fury said, approving of Coulson’s approach to dealing with his most troublesome agent. Barton just hummed and finished his cup of coffee before standing.
“I’m going to go now if you don’t mind. The mission may have been short but the flights were long and I’m suffering from a serious case of jet lag,” he stated.
“Very well,” Coulson said, nodding his head and standing up, walking the archer to the door. “I’ll send you a message about when we need to meet about the soft mission,” he told Barton.
“That’s fine. Until then, are we off?” Barton asked as they stood before the door.
“Yes. Keep up your training and catch up on your paperwork and sleep. Don’t forget your physical,” Coulson stated. Barton nodded and left, leaning his handler and Fury to talk on their own about whatever they needed to talk about.
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