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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: 50
Character: Phil/Cling
Word count: 1,347
AN: Almost forgot this. Just tired. Enjoy.
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Humming softly as he went through fabrics for their tuxedos, Clint smiled to himself before he looked up from the soft cotton mix in his fingers. Phil was glaring at paper as he tried to figure out what kind to use for the invitations to family and friends. They already had the style and just needed to buy the pack of paper for them, but the handler was having a bitch of a time deciding since Tony had brought so many of the damn samples.
Chuckling softly, Clint had to admit that it was amusing that the genius was so intent on helping them plan a perfect wedding considering everything that they were going through. He was even paying for whatever they couldn’t afford or went over, which was turning out to be quite a bit. They had planned for a small wedding just between them, the Avengers and their family but it had ended up being much bigger then thought.
Then again, this was Tony they were talking about and nothing that he did was small or simple.
“Want to run away to Vegas yet?” Clint asked as he went back to looking at cloths. “And I like this fabric here,” he continued, handing over the swatch, letting his lover look at it and feel it between two fingers.
“I like it to. Dove gray?” Phil asked, getting a nod. “Perfect. And no, not yet. Knowing everyone, they’d come to the chapel and crash the wedding there,” he stated, narrowing down the choices to three papers, holding them out to Clint. “Choose.”
Clint took the papers and looked over them with a thoughtful frown on his lips. They were all shades of a dusky rose, which they wanted since the black would pop nicely against the shade. Or at least that’s what Natasha had told them. They had to agree that it was a nice color and one that they didn’t mind using for their wedding invitations. The archer finally chose the darkest of the three, one that looked a bit like parchment paper.
“I like it,” Phil hummed, taking the paper and making a note on the order form. Putting the papers away into the box that they came from, he stood up and stretched, groaning quietly. “Damn. Let’s see, we have the guest list, the place for the wedding and the reception set up. We have food planned, tuxedos chosen and cloth decided on. The paper will be filled within the next week or so, so we can print out the invitations out and send them off with plenty of time to get RSVPs from every one. We know the time and date and all of that good shit. I think we’re about done planning this thing,” he said, going for a bottle of beer.
“Yeah, now it’s just a matter of starting to stock pile everything at your parent’s place,” Clint said, following after Phil for a beer for himself.
“Mom is stockpiling already. Tony sent her a few thousand dollars to start buying the stuff that won’t die between now and then to store away until the cooking starts. My sisters have already agreed to go to the house a few days before to start cooking and getting things ready for the reception to,” Phil said, handing over a bottle of beer, the two males popping the caps off and drinking some of the liquid with sighs. “So we’re nearly ready for things to go ahead with.”
“Apparently Tony is going all out for us,” Clint sighed, shaking his head with an amused look on his face. “I think he might be showing off to Bruce, trying to get him to agree to letting him pay for their first vacation together. He wants to take our dear scientist to his Bahamas’ home,” he continued, rolling his shoulders with a groan.
Snickering, Phil reached out and stroked his shoulders with one hand, smiling at him. “You know what has me curious, how they fuck without Bruce’s little green problem coming out suddenly,” he said, rubbing at his chin with one finger, Clint just giving him an odd look.
“Don’t make me think thoughts like that,” Clint whined, shaking his head and draining his bottle of beer at the thought of those two screwing. And how they did so without Bruce Hulking out on them. “Seriously, that is not something that I want to think about considering how often they go at it. I swear that they’re part rabbit with how often they fuck,” he grumped, Phil chuckling softly.
“We fuck just as often as they do,” Phil drawled, tweaking his lover’s nose before making a couple bags of popcorn for them to nibble on as they finalized details for the wedding and reception. Sitting down, the two men went over their lists once more, making sure that each detail has been thought out. They had to change a few things that Tony had set up, including decorations that weren’t silk and embroidery but instead were the vine motif that they wanted in the first place.
They also had to figure out where the tables and chairs would sit, and where the people would sit in regards to the arrangement. They didn’t think that they wanted someone that would try to kill someone else for doing something wrong after all. Phil eyed the list and nibbled on the end of his pen as he frowned heavily to himself.
“Did we remember to book music?” he asked, making Clint look up from his own mutterings about the guest list.
Clint made a thoughtful sound before shrugging and digging around, looking for the folder labeled music. Finding it, he opened it and started to flip through the pages. “We booked a dj for the reception. He sent a music list over that has everything he has broken down into genres and then alphabetically arranged for the ease of choosing,” he said, handing over the file.
Phil looked at the size of the list before sighing and pulling out some new papers to start writing what they needed to go over. “Okay, so we don’t want to heavy and we have a small classical band playing for the wedding part right?” he asked, Clint nodding his head.
“Yep, that we did. They’re ready for us and know what songs we want,” he said, holding up those papers after shuffling about a bit through the file himself. “We paid them half in advanced, warned them that if they fuck us over we’d find them and make their lives hell and still get our money back.”
“Good. So all we need to worry about is the music for the reception then,” Phil stated, the two men smirking at each other before chuckling softly. “At least Tony isn’t allowed to choose the music. Can you imagine what he would do for it?”
“I hear heavy music. Evanescence, Sabbath, Metallica, Rob Zombie, Disturbed, and so many other bands that would just give everyone headaches,” Clint complained, rubbing at his face. “Remind me to put hair dye into Natasha’s shampoo for daring to introduce him to Evanescence please?”
“I’m not going to lose my husband before or after the wedding just because your best friend decided to introduce the metal junkie to a new band,” Phil stated, pointing a pen at his pouting fiancé. “No.”
“Mean bastard,” Clint huffed, his words without any heat as he moved to lean against his lover. Chuckling, Phil held up the pile of papers so that they could go over the music and choose what they wanted to be played at the reception, glad that they had taken Tony up on a few of his thoughts, knowing that things wouldn’t have gone as smoothly as it had been if not for him.
They were still figuring out who would have him as their best man and who would have Bruce as the other best man after all. Music and crazy ideas notwithstanding.
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