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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: 42
Character: Avengers
Word count: 1,589
AN: Just remember that this story is fully done and written, I'm just editing and posting now. :P Enjoy all.
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He was wondering why he was there when he had to do more important things the next day.
Sighing, Clint slowly stretched his arms in his little hidden corner before relaxing and sliding out of the corner once more, heading for the bar. He wanted to be near where his lover was holding court with several people, talking about some of the charities that the money being spent would go to. Tony had already started it off with a base start of nearly twelve thousand dollars, Bruce putting forward another two since he made so much and didn’t spend much.
The rest of the Avengers had put their own money forward, bringing the total start off to nearly eighteen thousand dollars and were working on getting more. They were going to donate the money to some of the rarer cancer researches, both for children and adults.
Clint thought it was a worthy cause and all of the people there had the money to spend, but he was finding it hard to get them to part from their money. So Phil, Tony and a few of the others were sucking up to the people and getting them to part with their money rather easily while Clint and Natasha hid out of sight. They didn’t do well in crowds after all and they were likely to shoot a person who thought themselves better than someone who needed the funding.
Striding up to the bar, Clint pulled out a bill and laid it down on the counter. “Can I get an ale please?” he asked, getting a nod from the bartender. Soon he had his ale bottle and change, dropping the coins into the tip jar and shoving a dollar bill into it to. Leaning against the counter, he looked around, eyes dancing over the people before stopping on a man that he knew had been invited to help explain what he was looking to research into further.
He was also one of the few doctors that specialized in rare cancers for children and adults, and ran the cancer hospice and treatment center that Clint would donate and offer time to during the month of December. During that month, the center would gather money for families and bills, clothes, toys and other things for the patients and hold a Christmas party for everyone there. Most of that was done with volunteers though and Clint had started going there nearly 8 years before to start helping.
Smiling, Clint meandered towards him, waiting until he had finished playing nice with a couple that the archer knew to own several restaurants around the world along with manufacturing companies. He knew that the other would recognize him since they did talk during the other months about plans for December.
Clint was proven right when Dr. Marco Ling turned around, spotting him, and smiled brightly, making his way over to him. “Clint, it’s a pleasure to see you again. I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” he greeted, the archer shaking hands with him and chuckling softly.
“It’s good to see you to, Marco. How’s everyone at the hospice and treatment center?” he asked, eyes solemn as he gazed at his friend as he thought for a moment.
“We haven’t lost anyone this year, so we are thankful. We think we may have a way to fight that one bone cancer that attacks children though,” he said, smiling brightly and rubbing his hands together. “But it will cost quite a bit to get past the two patients that we have right now. We need four more patients and we have them but we need to set them up so we’re buying a large home for those families that come with our patients,” he said, Clint beaming happily.
“That’s good, my friend, very good,” Clint chuckled, patting the other on the shoulder. “Which properties are you looking at right now?” he asked, tilting his head.
“A few of the larger ones that are just on the edge of town but only about thirty minutes away from the hospice,” he said, nodding his head. “One is owned by your friend, Mr. Stark, and is actually just been redone as several apartments but it’s not for sale unfortunately,” Marco admitted, shaking his head with a rueful smile.
“You know what, come with me, let’s talk with Tony,” Clint said, patting his friend’s arm before drawing him away from the crowd around them. Spotting Tony near the bar, he waved his bottle at the man and got a smile as they walked over to him. “Tony, I would like to introduce Doctor Marco Ling. Marco, Tony Stark, a good friend of mine.”
“Hello there, Doc,” Tony greeted with the easy grace that he always possessed, shaking the other man’s hand and getting a bright smile.
“Mr. Stark, it’s a pleasure to meet you finally. You’ve donated in previous years, but never have I gotten lucky enough to meet you,” Marco said.
Tony chuckled softly. “Eh, I didn’t really know where the money went to as long as it went to worthy costs in previous years to be truthful,” he admitted. “But Pepper was really good at making sure that it went out in needed amounts and to those who needed it the most.”
“Yes, the children were very happy when she was nice enough to donate quite a few toys to us last year,” Marco chuckled, making Clint smile brightly.
“I wondered where those toys had come from,” he hummed, drawing Tony’s eyes to him as a dark eyebrow cocked.
“You saw them?” Tony asked, getting a nod.
“Yeah, I saw them. I see them every year. I volunteer at the hospice, mostly where the kids are. Every year they gather donations and gifts for the kids and families so that they have some cheer going for the month,” Clint admitted, jumping slightly when Phil put a hand on his lower back. Turning around, he had to smile at the loving smile on his lover’s face and the small puppy that was curled up in his arms.
“I didn’t know that you volunteered there,” Phil chuckled, stealing a kiss from his lover and getting a low laugh from Clint.
“Yeah, every year for the last eight or so,” Clint said, shaking his head. “Anyways, Tony, Marco here was looking at houses for the families that come with their kids while getting treatment and one of the houses was the one place that was rebuilt into apartments,” he said, Tony frowning heavily and looking to his hovering assistant. Since Pepper was running around doing as she often did during the charity balls, he had a different assistant.
“Pad please,” he stated, holding out his hand and taking the Stark Pad from her hands. Looking at something or another, he found what he was searching for and smiled largely. “Ah, I know which one it is. I started fixing it up for some of my workers before they requested to be shifted to a different city due to family issues. How about this, doc, I can’t sell it to you but I can let you use it and three other buildings for families who need places to live without rent. They’ll have to pay for things like electricity for their apartment, phone, cable and net, but they don’t have to worry about rent. And if they need a job, I’m forever looking for someone to fill in positions,” he offered in return.
Marco stared at Tony with wide eyes and a working mouth before clearing his throat. “Really?” he asked, sounding breathless.
“Hey, this is a huge tax break for Tony. That and he’s a softy when it comes to kids,” Clint snickered, taking his sleepy puppy from his lover.
“Just say yes, Doctor Marco, and come in tomorrow to work out the details. As it is, quite a bit of the money is going to your center this year,” Phil admitted, shrugging one shoulder. “When someone donates, they can choose a charity or center that a chunk of their money goes to, and this year, your center is one of the more popular ones,” he continued, smiling and shaking Marco’s hands before leaving with his lover.
When they got to the bar, Clint ordered a soda for himself while Phil asked for a tumbler of whiskey. Looking at his lover, the archer shifted. “So you know my secret. I have a need to help those families that are hurting something fierce with their child or family member being so sick,” he sighed.
Phil just smiled and reached over, stroking his cheek with a soft look on his face. “Lover, if that’s what you do in your free time, I’m willing to help you with it,” he promised, getting a loving smile from Clint. “Tomorrow, we’ll go out and buy a bunch of clothing and toys. You have a list of what needs to be gathered?” he asked, watching green eyes widen in surprise.
“You really mean it?” Clint asked, getting a nod. “Yeah, I have a list. I was going to go around to my usual places and set out the donation jars again along with getting donations from the usual people,” he said, Phil nodding his head.
“We’ll take the van and do it together,” he promised. Clint sniffed softly and pulled him down for a soft, loving kiss.
“Thank you, Phil.”
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