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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
Fandom: Avengers
Chapter: 37
Character: Phil/Clint
Word count: 1,253
AN: Seriously, I need get back onto a normal schedule. Seriously. *sighs*
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Once dressed, and the two men had sorted out their clothing, Clint had taken to the vents to get back home while Fury and Phil had taken seats opposite each other, the handler behind his desk while his boss sat in the chair that was strictly for guests and appointments.
“So,” Fury started, clearing his throat as Phil schooled his looks into a blank expression, hands clasped before him as he stared at the other man. He was valiantly fighting off a blush that he could feel slowly heating up his face.
“Sir,” Phil said, nodding his head with a frown on his lips, still trying to fight off his blush. “I thought that there was a note on my page that stated that if you were to come into my office that you would need to call me before you actually come in. Or if anything, call Jarvis and he will tell us what is going on,” he stated, swallowing again.
Fury cleared his throat and nodded his head. “Yes, your file does state that,” he stated, nodding his head and clearly looking embarrassed. “Forgive me for barging in. I wanted to come around to speak with Barton about a few things on his report, including the funerals that are being held for those who he lost.”
“As you saw, he left. I highly doubt that you’re going to see him face to face for a while. And when you do, I highly doubt that you’ll get him to actually look at you for a while on top of that,” Phil said, blushing lightly as he lost his fight with it, clearing his throat again. “Sir, I think I will be leaving now since I have to hunt down my partner and calm him down,” he continued, standing up with a strained smile on his lips. “I will talk with him and then I will send you an e-mail about what he says about attending the funerals.”
“Thank you, Agent Coulson,” Fury replied, the two men shaking hands. Coulson waited until Jarvis chimed in and said that the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. had left the building before groaning and flopping back into his seat with a shiver. He wondered just how traumatized he had been from Fury walking in on them about to make love before he wondered how traumatized his director was instead. Shaking his head, he groaned.
“Fuck me and the director, how traumatized was Clint being seen in such a position?” he asked himself, running a hand through his hair with a groan before gathering his things. Shoving the papers into his briefcase, he nabbed his pass and headed out of the office, closing and locking his office door behind him. Heading to the elevator, he swiped his card and headed up towards his and Clint’s apartment.
Stepping in and making sure that even the overrides wouldn’t get past the lock with Jarvis’ help, he headed for the kitchen, finding his lover there already, apparently making something or another that included cream and dough. It looked like a really rich chicken pot pie, if the chicken and vegetables that were being worked on was any indication. Pulling out one of the more indulgent instant coffees, he found some cream and proceeded to make two cups of it for them, taking the time to actually slowly heat the cream.
“Want to talk about it?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as Clint wielded his knife with perfect precision.
“Not particularly,” Clint grunted as he used the knife to slice around the chicken’s wing joint before breaking the two bones apart with a snap. He hummed when his lover offered him one of the cups, putting the knife down and pulling off the gloves that he was wearing, tossing them into the trash before taking his cup with a slight smile at Phil. “Let’s just say that I have blue balls like no one’s business on top of our boss walking in on us while you had your fingers in my ass.”
“Well, yeah, when you put it that way,” Phil chuckled, clearing his throat and once more blushing. Shaking his head, he sipped at his cup and watched as his partner once more pulled on some gloves and went back to pulling the chicken apart. He watched as Clint put the pieces into a crock pot along with some water and set it to boil for the moment as he once more pulled off the used gloves.
While Clint made a rue, Phil continued to watch his lover, seeing the unspent hurt and pain of losing his partners to something that probably could have been prevented with just a bit more information. Sighing softly, he stirred his coffee with his spoon, tasting the rich flavor that was added by the real milk and enjoying it. Finally, Clint had a gravy and was putting it away, allowing the handler to pull his lover away from the kitchen and into the living room.
Forcing him to sit, Phil took up a spot next to the archer and pressed their sides together with a comforting look on his face. “Fury actually had come to us to talk about the funerals for those who you lost during the last mission you guys went on,” he said, running his fingers through his hair, just gently playing with it as he waited for Clint to make up his mind on what he wanted to say.
“I want to go to them but I’m not sure as to how welcomed I’ll be considering I was heading that mission instead of our handler since the guy was stuck on the helicarrier,” Clint sighed slowly, shaking his head.
“I think that the families actually have invited you themselves to come. Otherwise Fury wouldn’t have come to talk with you and interrupted us in the middle of our office sex,” Phil told him, tugging on a piece of hair with a chuckle. “I’m sure that you’d be welcomed to say your goodbyes,” he said, reaching down to the grab his pad and pulled up the information that Fury was bound to have sent him. “Yeah, see? The parents and the spouses want you there, to thank you for keeping them as safe as you did. Apparently you’re also wanted at the will reading, so you’ll need to attend that to.”
“Well, at least they do want me there,” Clint sighed softly, shaking his head and smiling softly at his lover, one hand coming to rest on his leg as he leant into the other man. “Will you be able to come with me?” he asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity.
Phil sighed before chuckling lowly and smiling, nodding his head with a fond look at the man. “Of course I’m going to come with you. We didn’t really talk all that much, but we were partners on the same team. It’s only right to pay my respects to a fellow worker,” he stated, nuzzling into the other’s head, feeling Clint go limp against him with a sigh of pleasure. “For now though, how about I help you relax and forget about things for a bit more time? At least while the chicken boils away for those oh so lovely pot pies that you seem intent on making,” he suggested, getting a groan and dragged up from the couch by an eager archer. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
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