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Avengers Minis	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 39138 -:- 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: Hidden Toy and Love
Fandom: Avengers
Chapter: 3
Characters: Phil, Clint, Natasha
Word Count: 1340
Warnings: sex toy
AN: I am tired but I’m working on a story to post after this along with a shortish series. So we’ll see how it goes!

Enjoy this though!

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Laying Clint back on the daybed that Natasha had somehow convinced him to buy, Phil sighed and crossed his arms as the archer blinked blearily up at him. “What is it with you and falling buildings?” he asked.

Clint smiled, shrugging slightly before wincing as his bruises on his backs and sides protested. “Wasn’t my fault the asshole tossed Tony into the building,” he grunted as he relaxed into the softness of the day bed. “I’ll be fine. I could stay in my apartment.”

“No, you can’t,” Phil said, shaking his head. “Not with that concussion of yours,” he continued. Rolling his eyes at the pout that came from the other man, he looked up at where he knew a camera was. “JARVIS, could you please Tony that I will be staying here and have Natasha gather my paperwork from there?” he asked.

His phone rang with a text message, confirming that he had done so, along with the fact that JARVIS had ordered food to restock his fridge. Smirking at it, he shook his head and turned back to the still drugged up Clint.

“You are going to stay put. I will set you up with the remote to the TV and move the DVD’s and the player close enough for you to play any movie or TV show that you wish,” he drawled.

Clint pouted at him but settled back on the pile of pillows, letting Phil move around to his feet and pull off his shoes. He was already wearing comfortable enough clothes, and knew that he would have a chance at a hot bath later, but he still knew that he would need to rest more than what he was willing to.

“Fine,” he sighed. Phil just rolled his eyes and put his shoes out of the way, placing several blankets near the day bed along with a rather large tray table that would hold snacks, books and other things that would help him keep busy. At least for the most part.

As Phil promised, he did move the DVD player to the other side of the day bed for ease of access by Clint, leaving him the remotes. He rolled the small refrigerator over within reach and made sure that it was stocked with various drinks, along with water, and a small tote of snacks.

“I will make lunch in a few minutes,” Phil said, looking at the clock. Clint hummed as he dug around in the snack tote after grabbing a bottle of water. “I think we need to talk.”

“About the fact that there’s no Cheetos in here?” Clint asked, quickly deflecting the question. He had a feeling that he knew what the other man wanted to talk about and really wasn’t looking forward to it. Phil simply raised an eyebrow at him. Sighing, he grabbed a cookie and pouted at him. “Fine.”

“You found my drawer.”

“Yes.” Clint shifted, reluctant about answering but knew that the other man would chew on him if he didn’t.

“You found the toy that you left me,” Phil stated. Clint sighed and nodded, shoving a bite of cookie into his mouth, watching the other man as he sat down in his recliner. “Yes, I know that you left it. And that you did it while drunk.”

“Oh?” Clint asked after he swallowed, blinking and trying to form an answer as Phil stared at him some more. “How did you find out about that?”

Phil simply smirked. “Natasha does get drunk and there are few places that she trusts to get drunk at,” he drawled. “My apartment is one of them. And if you catch her just right, you can get all sorts of secrets out of her,” he continued.

“Right, yeah.” Clint swallowed and started to slide down on the day bed, shifting around and finding a new comfortable position. “So…”

“So?”

“What are you gonna do about it?” Clint asked.

Phil shrugged. “I rather enjoy using it,” he said, smirking when Clint choked on air and stared at him with wide eyes. Standing up, he walked into the kitchen to make something easy to eat, finding some of the bread that Tony had made and some of the pork stew to. “One good thing about it when he’s in a mood is that he cooks and cooks well,” he mused as he went about reheating the stew.

Portioning it into two bowls, he added slices of bread onto a lap tray and some iced tea before carrying the tray out. Handing it over, he went back in for his own lap tray and the silverware, taking his own seat before handing over the fork and spoon to Clint.

“Thanks,” Clint said, stirring the stew and watching his handler and friend. His mind was spinning around while he ate the stew, dipping his bread into the thick broth and eating it carefully. His eyes started to flick back and forth between his food and Phil, who was acting as if he hadn’t just told him that he used the toy that he had made on a whim.

And he had a feeling that since it was in his main toy drawer, Phil used it often.

Shifting again at that thought, Clint sighed and pushed himself up slowly, Phil watching him with narrowed eyes. Once he had finished moving, Phil went back to his own lunch, keeping an eye on him as Clint continued to eat.

“So?” Phil asked as they were finishing off their meal.

“Why didn’t you do anything once you knew who made the dildo?” Clint asked. Phil smirked slightly and shook his head.

“I wasn’t going to make a move over an obviously drunk moment,” he said, wiggling his spoon at the other man. “I was quite happy with the toy. It was well made considering it came from a kit,” he continued. “I had no urge to ruin a good friendship.” He licked his spoon clean before standing, Clint watching him with wide eyes.

“Huh,” he grunted, resting back on the bed and taking the pills when they were handed over by Phil along with a fresh cup of tea. Phil took the lap table away and stayed in the kitchen, doing the dishes while Clint took his pills and pulled the blanket over himself.

He continued to think while he waited for the pills to kick, watching something or another on the TV. He was barely awake when Lucky, his mutt of a dog, bounded in and hopped up onto the day bed, laying next to him with a quiet woof, Tony’s voice telling Phil that he knew that the dog would be mopey without either of them at the Tower. Phil’s chuckle made something warm in his gut as he hummed and shifted.

Smiling into his pillow, Clint yawned and buried a hand into Lucky’s fur as he started to fall asleep, no closer to an actual decision on what he was going to do in regards to the other man. Phil walked into the living room to check on Clint, Tony shaking his head and leaving after patting Lucky’s head.

With a soft smile, Phil pulled the blanket further over Clint, smoothing the golden retriver’s fur down before pulling another, thicker crochet blanket over the younger man. He knew just how Clint got cold when drugged, and liked to bury himself under at least two blankets when he was dealing with pain killers. Covering Lucky with a lighter dog blanket that he kept just for him, he left the front room, setting the TV onto Animal Planet on low volume before heading for his office.

Closing the door most of the way, he sat down and smirked. Now all he had to do was wait for the other man to make up his mind on what he wanted to do. He had a feeling that Clint would be coming to him once he was healed enough to do anything but sleep and eat.

Until then, he had his toy.
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