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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: 43
Character: Avengers
Word count: 1,587
AN: Christmas Fluff!!! Yes, I know, it's late. But I have a friend here and we've been nothing but BUSY for the last few days. *twitches* So very tired.
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Humming softly as he nosed into soft hair, one hand laying on the little flump of fur that was their new pet, Phil smiled as he sighed softly. “Now this is a pleasant way of waking up,” he chuckled, stroking his other hand down Clint’s back, getting a sleepy murmur from the slightly younger man.
It was Christmas day and the two lovers had decided that staying out of the way and staying home with their new little boy all day would be a good idea. Phil had talked his family into letting him have the holiday alone with his partner, his mother pouting about the fact that they wouldn’t be there for Christmas day.
Westerfield was the first of them to move, yawning and stretching while still under Phil’s hand. The little ball of fluff bounced off of the older male and onto the bed before walking down the little stairs that they had bought to make it easier for him to get up onto the bed. Phil chuckled softly and stretched with a groan himself.
“I suppose we need to get up ourselves,” Phil chuckled, getting a moan from his lover as he stood up. “Come on, lazy. We have a fat ham to cook and some rolls and some candied yams,” he purred, poking the other in the side.
Clint groaned and rolled out of the bed, eyes trailing to where they could see their pet using the potty patch in the bathroom. “Well, at least he was trained for that,” he said, heading into the bathroom himself, intent on a hot shower. Chuckling softly, Phil stretched once more, groaning when his back popped on him and moved about the bedroom, gathering up their clothes for the day.
Not that they would be wearing much.
Once they had taken their showers and gotten dressed, Westerfield having jumped into Phil’s shower in the process, they started on breakfast. Egg and sausage burritos were heated up in the microwave while the coffee percolated for them. Once breakfast had been eaten, Clint did his part of the puppy chores, removing the leavings from the pee pad and washing it out before laying it down once more.
He filled the food bowl and water bowl with water container while Phil hummed softly and cleaned up their breakfast mess while preparing for the cooking of their dinner. Once the puppy was taken cared of and the ham put into the oven, covered in brown sugar and pineapple slices held on with cloves, the two men settled down with their own laptops. They wanted to get their checks of their various accounts done and over with before they started on their day together.
Outside of Westerfield climbing up Clint’s sweat panted legs to get up to lay between them, the next couple of hours was quiet. They were waiting for the start of one of their favorite Christmas movie before they opened their presents to each other and from their friends and family. When the time came, Phil looked up from his laptop and flipped it shut with a smile on his lips.
“Come on, let’s open the gifts,” he chuckled, standing up and disturbing their little pet while Clint followed after him and flopped down before the tree that stood in front of their bay windows. They hadn’t decorated anywhere, outside of the tree, since neither man had the time to deal with lights and other things. But the tree was what they had agreed on.
It stood nearly seven feet tall and was a nice bushy green fake tree, but still it was beautiful. Baubles hung from the branches, most of them collected by Phil over the years as a young agent, traveling around the world. But some came from his mother who had handed it over when she had discovered that her only son had finally settled down with someone.
Lights wrapped around the tree and sat behind the ornaments, colored lights bouncing off of the baubles and making them glow. The baubles themselves ranged from small handmade ones that had been created by Phil’s sisters and by Phil himself to ones that his great-grandparents had started to collect when they got married to brand new ones. It made for rather interesting collection all around but it still was the best tree that either male had seen in a long time.
“Okay, so who first?” Clint asked, raising an eyebrow as he sat down next to the piles of presents for the three of them, Westerfield waddling over and pouncing on one that was shaped much like a bone. “Okay, puppy first,” he chuckled, stroking a hand down his pet’s back.
Once Westerfield’s presents were done and over with, the puppy happily gnawing on a rawhide, Clint smirked and reached out, snagging one that was to his lover from Natasha. “You’re next,” he drawled, getting a low chuckle from the other man.
“Alright, alright,” Phil hummed, taking the present and looking over the box covered in dark blue wrapping paper with snowflakes scattered over it. Pulling the wrapping free of the box, he popped the top and found a series of books that he had been wanting for the last six months but had never gone for. From there, he opened his present from Thor, which was a long, dark blue coat that was made in Asgard, and Tony, which turned out to be an updated version of the Stark laptop along with about a hundred new e-books waiting for him. The original copies of family pictures that Steve had tucked away came as a pleasant and welcomed surprise, the agent making a note to make copies for the rest of the family. And the sketch book with high quality graphite pencils from Bruce would be well used when he found time.
But it was the gift from his lover that he loved the most. It was an original, well taken cared of German made Solingen Steel Korium Dagger, one of the few pieces that he was missing from the collection that his father had started years ago. It was obviously well loved over the years and kept sharp, dark stains on the blade notwithstanding. He actually expected it so wasn’t very surprised by them.
“It’s wonderful,” Phil hummed, leaning close and stealing a soft kiss that filled the both of them with the warmth of their love. “Your turn,” he said as they pulled apart, the two trading smiles.
“Alright, alright,” Clint huffed, picking up his gift from Tony first. From the inventor, he received a perfectly made, well balanced bow and quiver that was made for him and just for him with hand grips that were molded for his fingers and the way he held his bow. Natasha gave him a new Stark pad, that obviously had been created by Tony, with just as many books as Phil had gotten from the others. Steve had gotten him a vintage crossbow with bolts for his personal collection, making him coo and stroke over it with a sigh of pleasure.
Phil just chuckled softly and shook his head as he held out the package from Thor.
That gift turned out to be another long coat, this one a deep purple with a bit of fur trim around the top of it. Bruce had given him several cards worth a few hundred dollars to some of his favorite stores, the card telling him he hadn’t been sure as to what to get him.
The gift for both of them from Pepper turned out to be a full set of dishes and pots and pans to put into their kitchen. “Aww, how sweet, she remembered that our pans got ruined due to Thor,” Clint drawled, making Phil roll his eyes as he picked up the brand new kitchen wear.
“Grab the dishes. We’ll use them tonight,” Phil huffed, hauling the box into the dining room and putting it down on the table. “Let’s see, she went for the really good ones that come from that one cooking chick you like so much,” he drawled as he pulled out the red colored pots and pans.
With a little investigation, they found a full cooking utensil set, ranging from the measuring spoon and cups all the way up to tongs and spatulas of various sizes and types. “She really outfitted us,” Clint breathed, as the finished replacing their old things with the new.
“Yeah, must have cost a pretty penny,” Phil chuckled, shaking his head as he checked on the ham, stepping over Westerfield with a practiced ease. “Good thing we bought her a full outfit, jewelry and accessories included,” he said, basting the ham with his knew baster. “We’ll have to hug her when we see her next.”
“Fuck just her, all of them. I just found one last one that Bruce must have snuck in,” Clint said from the tree, having been picking up the wrapping paper. He had found a book shaped present near the back and pulled off the wrapping paper, finding a first edition of Shakespeare’s collection of sadder plays. “Damn, he found us a nineteen hundred edition,” he cooed happily, holding it up before moving to a locked display case and finishing off their collection.
Phil just chuckled and walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist. “Merry Christmas, Clint.”
“Merry Christmas, Phil,” Clint hummed, smiling and pressing close to his lover.
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