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Changing Lives	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 1441 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Changing Lives
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Phil/Clint
Chapter: 5
Words: 1756
Warnings: nothing yet
AN: I have decided that should I not post a chapter on Monday, I shall post on Wed because life sucks that way.

And life sucked a lemon this last Friday. My mom’s knee gave out and she’s now going in for an MRI and has to pick up a knee brace, so fun times!

For now, enjoy.

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Phil discovered during the time that he was traveling to his college that he enjoyed traveling just to travel. He was able to see the various places that he had always wanted to visit but had never been able to do so while working for the circus. He had so many pictures that he had to buy two shoe box sized cardboard boxes to hold them all in the first three weeks. He sent copies every so often to where his uncle was due with the circus. He also called the other man often, wanting to keep in touch with him and make sure he knew that he was still living.

When he wasn’t playing tourist, he did a few freelance accounting jobs as he traveled to break things up and to pad his wallet with a little extra cash.

Something that he hadn’t expected to happen was to run into his brother while he was relaxing during a job doing the taxes for a restaurant. He was sitting at a table, using their wifi to study some tax laws for the state, learning what they could and couldn’t claim while eating from a plate with a grilled chicken sandwich and thick fries. Sitting in a booth, he jerked his head up when his brother slipped in to it on the other side of the table.

He narrowed his eyes at the man before turning back to his computer.

“Hey there, baby brother,” Barney drawled in greeting. Phil simply gazed at him over the top of his laptop. Reaching up, figuring Barney wouldn’t leave him alone, he slowly closed the laptop and sat back as he wiped his fingers on a cloth napkin.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you again?” Phil asked, eyes narrowing. “It wasn’t enough that you stole the money for an engagement ring and tried to kill me for you?” he asked. He surprised himself that he wasn’t as bitter as he thought he would be considering what had happened.

Instead of bitter, he was pissed. He found that if he had a gun, he would have happily shot off his brother’s dick and nuts to make sure he never reproduced and spread his stupidity.

“Aw, come on now, Philly. That was Buck stressin’ me out, not really me,” Barney huffed at him. He ran a hand through his hair. Phil just raised an eyebrow at him, not looking all that impressed at his words.

“You know, Barney, the only reason why I am still alive is because of the fact that I was able to call our uncle, and he was able to get me after you stabbed me,” Phil stated. Picking up his glass of soda, he sipped as he watched his brother wave down the waitress to order a beer. He nodded when she delivered the beer along with a fresh plate of fries and one of fruit for Phil, giving Barney a side eye. “Thanks,” he said, nodding his head before she left with a smile. “Look, whatever it is you want, I want no part of it. It is because of you and your damn schemes that I’m not still at the circus and traveling on my own instead.”

“And like I just told you, it was all Buck’s fault. He got me all wound up and when you just fucked off like you did, I wasn’t expecting ta snap and stab you,” Barney growled. He once more got an unimpressed look from his brother.

“Oh yes. And you sure as hell rushed to call for an ambulance for your wounded baby brother,” Phil said, the sarcasm dripping from each word that came from him. Barney winced and slumped down in his chair.

“Look, yeah, I know I fucked up. But I was kind of hoping that you would be willin’ ta help me out with somethin’. I need to get out of town cause the chick that I started fucking around with named me as a baby daddy,” Barney said.

Phil sighed and ate a small chunk of sharp cheddar. “And are you?” he asked even though he highly doubted it. For all that his brother was an idiot in certain things, he was still smart and played safe when it came to sex.

“Nah. First thing I did when I got tired of condoms with my relationships was get my tubes snipped,” Barney replied. “I’m done with her ass stalking me around town. I just need a couple hundred to catch a train to New York. I got some friends there that I can crash with and they know a place I can get a job.”

Phil snorted, shaking his head and drinking some of his soda. “I’m not going to give you a damn dime. I can get you a job with a construction company but after that, it’s all you,” he said. He opened his laptop again. Barney huffed at him, continuing to drink his beer, the two brothers not talking unless they had to.

By the end of the lunch, Barney had agreed to work at the construction job for a couple of weeks for some extra cash and left soon after with his schedule in hand. The stalker ex found Phil when he was packing up his stuff to return to the office, proving Barney’s story. She tried to come on to him after catching sight of him, and in return Phil told her that he was gay, having her removed from the restaurant.

He burst out laughing when one of the women who owned the restaurant with her lover came in and told him about the woman trying to get him fired. She had sneered and left in a huff when told that they were lovers. But still, he knew that his luck was going to run out after his brother had popped up after so many months out of his life.

He cursed his luck black and blue when Buck Chisholm, aka TrickShot, popped up in Barney’s life. Once more, he came with a scheme for easy money, still trying to use Phil’s position, but this time with his position with the restaurant.

Phil told them off again and tried to get them out of his RV. When he was attacked by Buck instead of his brother, he was able to fight him off and shove him out of his RV. When Buck stabbed his tires when he couldn’t get in, he simply called the police to file a report and then called his bosses to warn them of the plans.

With the calls and police done with for the night, he sat in a recliner and worked his way through a half bottle of whiskey, mourning the brother that he had had at one time. Before their parents had died. Before they had joined the circus. Before Barney had met Buck and had turned to a path of such evil.

Before his brother had become a stranger wearing a familiar face.

He spent the next day getting his tires replaced through the insurance and making sure that the RV was in good running order. The next day once he had finished more of the tax forms, his hand sore from the amount of writing he was doing, and eyes tired of looking at words, his bosses invited him to their place. Both women knew that he was still hurting from what had happened the day before.

Between the three of them, they killed off two bottles of rum and coke, respectively, along with enough pizza to feed six growing teen males.

They also talked. They talked about their lives up until that point, Phil learning how the womens’ families barely talked to them because of their relationship and how their faith was still strong in God. They learned of Phil’s past with his family, including Barney’s thing with fucking up and hooking up with the wrong people at the worst possible times.

He also admitted that he was thinking about joining the military after his first year of college as a consultant if his college thing didn’t work out. He had learned during his time with the circus several fighting styles, gifts from his fellow workers. He also had learned how to fire various weapons thanks to his uncle, and knew how to hack because of the owners now fiancé. He figured that he could at least make some money helping them along with his accounting skills.

And if nothing else came of it, he was sure he could actually join up for a few years and get them to pay for his continued work towards a degree.

The two women were smiling and promised to talk with a close friend of theirs that was an Army man high up and see if they couldn’t get him in to talk to him. They said that if he was any good, they would possibly tap him as a civilian contractor to work as a group handler. Come morning, while nursing hangovers with take-out breakfast, coffee, water, and some painkillers, they made good on their promise.

Three days later and Phil was going over his employment history and what he had learned during his time during the circus. A week after that, he was starting to work his way through the series of tests that included gun proficiency and fighting abilities, much to his surprise. The testing took him nearly three weeks considering they wanted to know every little thing about him that they could. It left him sore and bruised and calling his college to change his classes to the local campus.

He had damn near moved into his boss’ home and their guest bathtub, his RV parked in the back, but in the end, it was worth it all for him.

He was offered a chance to be a civilian trainer for the army, forgoing most of the basic training that most went through. He would go through one on one training since he already knew how to play nice with others and work in a team in the long run just to make sure his skills were sharpened, but he would be a signed contractor with a good amount of money. He was happy with the deal since he would have his own little house that he would live on the base.

He found himself, as he moved into the house, surprised at just how fast things could change, and for the better.
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