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Through the Rift of Time	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3824 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Through the Rift of Time
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji/Avengers
For: CutsyCat
Part: 2
Characters: Phil, Clint, Ciel, Sebastian
Word Count: 1,867
Warnings: Language, like normal
AN: If you ever wanted to know what a crash from a pain induced sensory spike does to a person, I can tell you it's not fun.

Once I came down, both from the spike and the pain (knee was a grapefruit for fucks sake, it's better now), I ate something food like (had a ham sandwich with a frozen fruit 'ice cream' kind of thing, yums), curled up in bed under my fleece blanket (thing is meant for winter months but I was feeling cold) and read the first seven chapters of “Avegers: Deal with the Devil” by IbegToDreamAndDiffer on fanfiction.net.

I then went to bed right around 9, 10PM and slept up until 7:30 where I got something to drink, asked about my mom's beans, and then went back to bed until about 10:30 where I napped until 12:10PM. Yep. That's what a crash looks like.

But! I'm feeling better. Never again will push myself that way.

No, I'm not whining. Just stating.

Anyways, I'm so glad that you guys are enjoying this so I hope you continue to enjoy!

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Once they had relocated to a rather nice sitting room, settled onto a comfortable seatee that had made Phil nearly geek out in antiquity delight, Ciel smiled at them from his own seat on a couch across from them. Sebastian just shook his head as he poured their tea into four delicate cups. Phil nodded politely as he took the cup that was handed to him, Clint taking his own and eyeing the liquid within, much to his lover’s amusement.

“Is tea not to your tastes?” Ciel asked him, his eye glinting with his own amusement. Clint moaned at the looks that he was getting from the three men.

“No, actually, not really. I’ve always been more of a coffee drinker, but I know that Phil will do either or,” he admitted, shrugging one shoulder.

Sebastian chuckled, smiling, and sat next to Ciel, holding his own cup in his hand. “I would be happy to offer you some coffee, but unfortunately our press broke two days before and we are just waiting for the replacement part to come in,” he said. Clint waved a hand in dismissal, instead adding cream and sugar to his tea. “So, I believe that introductions are still needed, but we’re wondering just how the two of you came to come through the portal.”

“I believe that both parts are easily explained,” Phil said, testing his tea before he reached out to and used a sugar tong to drop a small sugar cube into his cup. Stirring the tea with the offered small silver spoon that sat on his saucer, he tapped it on the edge very gently before replacing it in it’s spot on the saucer. Putting the cup down after testing it again, he sat back and smiled. “I am Phillip J. Coulson, the head of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the handler of the Avengers. Originally I was just the handler of Clint.”

“I’m Clint Barton. I’m an assassin and infiltration expert of S.H.I.E.L.D., and now the only archer and one of two assassin’s of the Avengers,” Clint said, waving at them with a smirk. “I go by the name of Hawkeye when I’m in the field though.”

“Then we were right that you are not from this time period?” Ciel asked as he sipped his own overly sweet tea, staring at the odd way that the two men were dressed.

“No, not truly. Can you tell us what year it is?” Phil asked. He eyed the way the house was decorated and could guess the year from that but he wanted a solid year.

“It is the Twelfth of June in the year nineteen hundred. Why?” Sebastian asked in return. Phil groaned lowly and rubbed at his face, shaking his head.

“Because there is nearly a hundred and thirteen years between our two times,” Clint sighed after doing some quick math. He rubbed at his face before he shook his head. “Damn it. I’m going to join Tony is tossing Reed into a vat of liquid nitrogen before I toss him off that damn cliff for this shit,” he muttered.

“Can you tell us what happened exactly?” Sebastian asked, watching as the two males shared a look that spoke so much more than words could.

“Okay, so we can’t exactly tell you everything that will happen without knowing if the time line is the same line, or just an alternate one. But we can tell you that it is the year 2013 and is just about to turn into 2014,” Phil started, frowning slightly in thought. “We were out closing several portals that had been opened to various worlds, including several alternative timelines. While we were closing ours, we had to stop a dog and it’s master from getting sucked in much like we did anyways.” He shifted on the couch and crossed his legs. “It had been opened by one of our allies who has this rather bad habit of messing up, and messing up hugely.”

“He’s smart, but he’s kind of dumb,” Clint snorted.

“To summarize, he accidently opened these portals, got over his head, and expected you to close them all for him?” Clint asked, his tone highly amused, coming clear even with his accent.

Phil snorted heavily at that and shook his head. “No. He and his and group of three others would have done it, but they spawned and it got to a point where there was just too many for just the four of them. As it is there had to be two people to close them.”

“One person was to make sure that nothing go through, and if something had, to send it back through. The other was to set up the machine to close the portal. After that, they were then to get far enough from the portal to not get caught in any backlash while it closed,” Clint drawled. “Unfortunately for us, like we said, a dog and it’s master came running through the suction zone and we had to stop them from getting pulled through.”

“So you had to stop them, getting sent here in their place,” Sebastian drawled, Phil nodding his head.

“Who is this S.H.I.E.L.D. that you keep speaking of? And the Avengers to,” Ciel asked, shifting in his seat, tilting his head.

“Can we at least get your names first?” Phil asked, almost teasingly, smiling at the two men before him. The two shared their own speaking glance.

“Ah, yes, how rude of us. I’m Ciel Phantomhive. And this is my partner and friend Sebastian Michaelis. You had the fortune to land in the Phantomhive mansion actually,” Ciel introduced. He watched with some curiosity at the way that Phil blinked a few times at him.

“Well, we knew that you were someone different, but I really wasn’t expecting you to be who you are,” Phil huffed before he shook his head. “The reason I say this,” he started, seeing the looks sent his way, “is because several of our more spiritually connected people all said that our time line merged with another timeline around the 1910’s. Seeing as they all say this and are all well known to be right about such things, we’re leaning to the side of actually believing this information.” His lips twitched.

“As for just who S.H.I.E.L.D. is, it’s more of a what instead of a who to be truthful. It’s an agency really,” Clint said. “It’s an agency of the world, with no real connection to any one country. It is willing though to protect any country that needs it. S.H.I.E.L.D. is short for Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. It was started around the 1940’s by a strong as fuck woman and her friend,” he said, shrugging with a smile on his lips.

“And the Avengers are connected to this agency?” Ciel asked, holding his cup up to Sebastian, asking for a refresh of his tea.

Smiling at him, Phil answered his question. “They are a group of protectors who are there to help keep the world going. They’re only a small group really, only five. But there are a lot of others, including the Fantastic Four, Richards being a part of, Spiderman, the Justice League, the X-Men, and a lot of heroes who work alone. But then again there are those who we fight, those who would either rule it all or destroy it all,” he snorted, shrugging one shoulder. “The Avengers actually include a genius, a God, a super soldier who was frozen solid up until about a year ago, two assassins, Clint being one of them, and a man with some rather amazing anger management.” He shrugged once more, smiling as he picked up his tea and drained half of it.

“It really does work for us,” Clint drawled, chuckling softly at the thoughtful looks. “We also make some good money off of the merchandising rights to things, and one of my fellow Avengers is actually writing a book about how he got to be where he is now,” he continued, shrugging one shoulder as he sat back, playing with his tea cup.

“To move to a new subject, do you have any idea as to how you are to get home?” Sebastian asked as he offered to pour fresh tea for Phil, getting a smile and the cup held out to him.

“I can tell you that as long as it’s Tony doing the work, he can get us back as soon as possible as long as he can pinpoint our position before hand,” Clint said, pulling the tablet from it’s holder on his waist. He shifted his quiver and bow from where it was behind his feet to under the love seat. Turning it on, he smirked at the fact that it was still, somehow, connected to the other tablets. “What you’re about to see is not to be known about,” he warned the two men, waving the tablet. Shifting, he started to tap on it, coaxing it to fully connect to his original timeline, finding that it was quite willing to do what he wanted.

“You do have to admit that no matter his attitude, Tony knows his tech,” Phil drawled, smirking at Clint as he continued to work on connecting. Ciel and Sebastian just watched them, amused and interested in what they were doing in turns.

Clint snickered as he pulled up the communication’s program, fully connected to the thin thread between the words. “Yeah, but then again, Thor needs to keep in contact when he’s in Asgard. So really, it’s not that surprising that this thing is connecting,” he drawled, the two demons staring at him with surprised looks.

“Are you speaking of the Norse God of Thunder, Thor? That Thor?” Sebastian asked, his eyes wide as Clint and Phil snickered softly.

“Yes, we mean that Thor, Norse God of Thunder. But not many remember that he’s also associated with lightning, storms, oak trees; which was always odd to me; strength, the protection of mankind, and also hallowing, healing and fertility. He’s one busy God,” Phil drawled, smirking slightly. “His lover curses the fact that he’s got fertility on that end and is so very glad that he’s a male. Otherwise he would have have become pregnant soon after they got together.”

“I thought that Thor was still fucking around with Jane,” Clint drawled as he tapped out a line of code to send to Tony.

“No, he’s not anymore. From what Thor told me, she apparently got lost in science again before she rediscovered her libido with Darcy. They’ve been going hot and heavy for close to six months now and Thor got his current lover to soothe that ache. For the both of them actually,” Phil said, shrugging and getting a smirk from his lover.

“Well then, you learn something new every day. To get back on topic though, I think that we can talk with our friends,” Clint said as the tablet chirped with a message. “Let’s talk with them shall we?”
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