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Fix Him	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 10082 -:- 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: Fix Him
Fandom: Avengers
Part: 26
Pairing: Phil/Clint
Word count: 1,522
AN: Okay, so a quick warning. From here on out, the posting schedule shall be: Monday's – Fix Him Chapter, Friday's – Oneshot/Mini story chapter. Why? Because this month I'm finishing off my prep work for the up coming National Novel Writing Month, and then there is NaNo in November, along with Thanksgiving. And then in December there is editing, wrapping things up, recovering from NaNo, and, of course, Christmas plotting and massive amounts of cooking. So my posting schedule is taking a bit of a hit until I finish off this story and after the new year.
Just...survive with me, okay? I'm sure you guys can.
I'm off to write some more.
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Watching Coulson for nearly a week, Barton found himself in his room and thinking hard about what he had found out about his roommate and friend. The other man used the various hidey holes that were around the apartment to his best advantage and had hidden quite the cache of pictures and videos about him in various outfits and settings. It had been surprising up until the moment that he thought about that the other man using them to get himself off.
He had to get a new tube of lubricant after that particular episode, the thought setting him off each time he had it.
Shaking his head with a groan, Barton cracked his neck and hummed softly before smirking. Sliding off his bed and landing with a slight thunk on the floor below the bed, he walked under his bed and sat at his desk, opening his computer. Opening his laptop, he logged into one of his bank accounts and checked the balance, once more smirking to himself. That done, he moved to another site and made a reservation to Coulson’s favorite restaurant for the next week and stood up to go talk to the other man.
“I hope that you’re not going to be busy next week,” he drawled, walking up to where Coulson was chopping tomatoes to, by the looks of the items scattered about the kitchen, for spaghetti sauce.
“Not too much so. I have a few days off that I was going to use to catch up on my sleep and the news reports,” Coulson replied as he finished cutting the tomatoes and placing them into a blender with several dried herbs and some olive oil.
“Good. I have reservations for us on Tuesday at your favorite restaurant,” Barton chuckled, smirking at the other man before the blender was started, turning the things into a semi-smooth mixture.
Turning the blender off, Coulson gave Barton a curious look and tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean by that?” he asked, pouring the sauce into a pan, using a rubber spatula to scrape it out of the blender. “When did you make those?”
“A while ago,” Barton lied, smiling lightly and shrugging. Coulson gazed at him with some curiosity, apparently not believing him. “I was going to take someone I had met a while ago but they flaked out on me, so instead of letting the reservations go to waste, I figured I would take you with me,” he chuckled, shrugging one shoulder.
Coulson hummed before nodding. “Fine. Tuesday. At what time?” he asked, going back to his spaghetti making.
“Be ready by seven and I’ll drive ya,” Barton stated, smirking and clapping the other on the back before heading off into his room once more to continue his seduction of his ex-handler and now friend.
Come Tuesday at seven on the dot, Coulson was dressed in a pair of black pants and simple dark purple shirt that looked rather good on him considering it was nearly the same shade of Barton’s purple. Barton had decided on black pants to go along with a black shirt, leaving his hair free to fall as it wanted.
“You look good in purple,” Barton chuckled, getting a small smile from Coulson as he smoothed a bit of his hair down and moved to the front hall of the apartment. Gathering his jacket, the handler slipped on the soft, tailored coat that he preferred when going out and pulled it on. Barton followed after, pulling on his own coat, this one a soft, dark brown leather that went well with his looks, and grabbed their keys and wallets before walking out of the door of their apartment.
Barton drove the two of them to the restaurant and led the way inside, smiling at the host, getting their table easily enough, sitting down and ordering their drinks. Both men ordered a simple ale that they could sip at while they waited for their appetizers and dinners.
“So tell me the truth, Barton. Why did you set this up?” Coulson asked once their appetizers had been delivered, picking up a thin slice of garlic bread, biting into it with a hum. Barton groaned and rubbed at his face with a sigh.
“Man, why did I think that it would get past you, huh?” he chuckled, sitting back and picking up his glass of ale, sipping at it and enjoying the rather complex flavors.
“Because you keep forgetting that I did work with you for nearly a year and know all of your tricks and tells?” Coulson asked, raising an eyebrow at his friend with a chuckle.
“True, to true,” Barton huffed out with a soft laugh. “Alright, so the truth is that I was given a mission to help you relax. Apparently you’re snapping at people again, and I mean they’re afraid that they lose body parts each time you snap,” he continued, waving a piece of bread at the other.
“Oh? And what were the particulars?” Coulson asked as the waiter placed down a bowl of rolls with dipping butters and sauces.
Barton smirked and sat back, stealing one of the sauces for himself, getting a playful scowl from the other man. “Well, they just told me that I needed to get you to relax in some way or another. At least that’s what the official mission statement said.”
“And what did Fury state?” he asked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk, leaning forward and swirling his beer for a few seconds before drinking from the cup.
“Fury’s mission statement was that either I fuck you myself or find you someone to take to bed to fuck. Either way, your sexual needs have been taken cared of and you can relax so that the secretaries don’t feel the urge to run screaming from your office every time you snarl,” he continued, shrugging one shoulder. Coulson moaned and rubbed at his face.
“That wasn’t all that he said, was it?” he asked, Barton shaking his head. “Okay, so what do you know now, you damnable archer?” Barton asked, waving a hand at him.
“I found a few of your cubby holes with pictures and videos,” Barton drawled, biting into his dipped bread, humming slightly at the taste of garlic buttered bread. “So, here I am, to take you out and get you to relax,” he continued, shrugging.
“So what are you planning on doing? Just the dinner or are you going to go through with Fury’s orders and fuck me?” he asked, the two falling into silence as the waiter came by with fresh cups of ale and their dinner, placing things down before them. Once the waiter left, he raised an eyebrow at the other, waving a hand at his friend.
“Oh, I was rather hoping that you would fuck me instead of the other way around really,” Barton stated, picking up his fork and swirling some of the cream noodles around a fork and eating the bite.
Coulson chuckled and wave his fork with a promising leer. “Then I suggest you keep the meal light but eat enough to have a lot of energy, my dear archer. I have a lot of sexual frustration to work off. It’s probably a good thing that I went for so much lubricant when I went out shopping on Saturday,” he chuckled, Barton’s eyes widening slightly at the thought of what was to come. His body shivered in anticipation and he was suddenly very glad that he had made sure that they had a couple of days off of being called in and working.
Barton had a feeling that both of them would be resting, fucking and taking very hot baths for the next few days.
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