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Fix Him	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 10084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Fix Him
Chapter: 8
Fandom: Avengers
Character: Clint Barton
Word count: 662
For: CutsyCat
AN: Another one down. Kinda shorter than planned but fluffy none the less. *hugs all*
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He had been stalking Phil Coulson once more through the various vents, moving smoothly through them, knowing just where he could place his weight so he didn’t cause it to squeak, evenly moving over the mental on his belly. But he also knew that at the moment his handler was in a meeting with Hill and Fury about how things were going on between them.
Finding the right vent, he perched over it and gazed down over them. Coulson was staring at a file, his fingers skillfully shifting through the papers as he spoke about what sounded like the missions that they had gone on lately. It sounded as if his handler was praising him and his team, especially the way that the team worked together.
It made Clint smirk at having his decision on not to truly drive away Coulson just yet prove the right one.
“So, Barton and his team is good enough for the moment?” Fury asked, sitting back on the couch, legs crossed and one arm thrown over the back of the couch. “There is no need to replace or re-train any of them?” he continued.
Coulson shook his head, handing over the file in his hands. “No reason that I can see. I know that Barton’s previous handlers have said that some team members should be retrained or replaced but I find that they are well trained in their areas along with the basics of others, like all agents that are field trained,” he stated in reply, sitting back in his own arm chair. Barton shifted in place and continued to watch, eyes narrowed. “The handlers from before just tried to force Barton and his team into missions and positions that did not fit them in any form.”
“So I’m seeing,” Fury rumbled as he stood to walk over to Coulson’s desk and place the file down on it. “I have often wondered what his previous handlers had lied to me about, or left out of their reports. I believe that I need to have some handlers retrained as to why you do not lie about or leave out details in a report, verbal or written,” he mused. Coulson chuckled lightly, knowing that they would be under Natasha to do that particular bit of training.
“Indeed, Director,” Hill said, speaking finally from her place in another arm chair, having been taking down notes. “I’ll pull up the list of previous handlers for you, sir.”
“I have that list along with summaries of each handler along with what they did during their times as Barton’s handler,” Coulson stated, picking up another file from the small coffee table that the couch and arm chairs surrounded. He handed it to Fury with a grimace. “I have no idea how they passed their handlers tests with the way they acted around him. It was as if they never once did their research about him or his team,” he said.
“So I’m starting to see,” Fury grunted, eye narrowed at the files before grunting once more. “You’re doing well with them than. That’s good.”
“Yeah,” Coulson hummed, frowning at his ceiling as it groaned a little. Barton tensed and tried to slither back from his spot only to go stock still once more as the ceiling groaned again.
“Shit,” he breathed out before the ceiling gave out under him and dumped him out onto Coulson’s couch. Fury, Hill and Coulson were all on their feet with hands on their weapons, ready to draw them at a moment’s notice.
“Barton? Are you alright?” Coulson asked first, breaking the silence surrounding the room.
Barton groaned and let his head drop onto the cushion before his face, muffling his words. “Yeah, I’m good. Just wasn’t expecting to be dumped out of the vent,” he said, garnering amused looks from everyone.
“They’ve been working on the vents, Barton, leaving some of the plaster weak” Hill told him, getting a low moan.
“Just my luck,” Barton complained.
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