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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: 8
Words: 1965
Warnings: nothing yet
AN: Last week was soooo damn busy and now I’m tired. Very tired. I’m going to do things now if you will excuse me.

Hope you enjoy.

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Phil had surprised himself when he had decided to go the route of a civilian contractor for the army after landing in Virginia at a restaurant. Doing taxes for two gay women and taking over their bathroom while he had gone through some basic training of his own to make sure he was in a good place had been odd. But he had gone through it and was becoming a trainer at a smaller base that trained for specific reasons.

Phil had joined in some boot camp exercises when he had time between his classes, finding that it had been easier after the training he had gone through. He used the four years of his contract to train everyone who was assigned to him how to fight dirty and use their natural shapes to their best abilities.

To his pride, when the groups he taught were shipped out, they usually all came back. Some came back banged up in various degrees, but they came back alive. Which made him feel good and work harder with his classes every day.

He worked hard to keep his contract, make him the best choice for the best groups. His drive ended up paying off for him as he gained a reputation for being close to some of his best groups after they left. And for being able to teach them how to properly sneak around, a skill he had perfected when his parents had been alive and during his years with the circus. They gave him the option of the contract becoming permanent when he graduated with his engineering degree, and was still finishing off his minor in business.

That was when they found him: thinking on a park bench about if he did want to take the military up on their offer. A woman with her hair pinned back in a bun, wearing a pair of jeans and shirt that he could tell was lightly armored with a hip length leather jacket over that walked up to him. She looked military and her jacket didn’t quite hide the guns that were most likely tucked up high and against her side. .

She moved like an assassin. Phil snorted at her and slouched down when she sat down next to him.

“Wanna tell me what I can do for you today?” he asked. He reached into one pocket and pulled out a pack of gum with negligent care. He popped one of the sticks into his mouth after unwrapping it, sticking the pack and foil into his pocket again.

She looked over at him, taking him in over her sunglasses. He felt distinctly judged by that look, as if the holes in the knees of his jeans were an insult to her personally. “Phil Barton, correct?” she asked.

“Yep. And you are? Since you already seem to know who I am,” Phil drawled. He turned to look at her with cool, calculating eyes. He wondered if she was a recruiter of some kind for an agency here to headhunt. He wasn’t disappointed when she pulled out a card to hand over it. Reading it, he ran a thumb over the raised letters. “S.H.I.E.L.D.? Can’t say I’ve heard of it,” he said, looking over the card. On the back was a number.

“No, you wouldn’t have. Not unless you have the clearance to hear about us,” she said. “My name is Maria Hill and I’m second in command of S.H.I.E.L.D. My boss would have been here for this but currently we’re dealing with new recruits that needed to piss their pants.” Phil snickered softly, remembering the few times that he had scared his own trainees. He was civilian, thus to a lot of those who were a part of the military, it meant that he was soft.

He loved disabusing them of that knowledge by not only kicking their asses but scoring higher than them in the various tests that were used to figure out where they were.

“So. What brings you to bother me?” he asked. He tucked the card into his pocket with his gum as he chewed on a piece. He idly wondered if he needed to just get some new gum; some without so much cinnamon perhaps.

“We need some new handlers for a few of our teams,” Maria stated. She crossed her legs, resting one arm over her legs and one on the back of the bench. “One of our best handlers wants to retire soon, and a couple can’t return to handler duties because of their physical issues. We need people to replace them and we want you to replace our best. I have a feeling that you’ll do just fine.” She looked over at him with a smirk. “The best actually. We’ve seen the records you have with the groups that you’ve trained. Those you’ve trained, as long as they’re not dealing with idiot higher ups, tend to come back in one piece. We’re offering you a place when your current contract finishes off. If you want to learn more, you call that number, get the web address where you can read up on everything that we’re offering you, along with the password.”

With that said, she stood up and left him to stare after her, his eyebrow raised as he watched her go. He turned back around to stare out over the park before he stood and headed back to the base. Arriving at his personal home, he watched something on the TV without seeing it and continued to think over the offer. He played with the card, going over the contract that had been offered by the army.

Both jobs he had a feeling would pay well, but the job with S.H.I.E.L.D. would probably pay very well. And have benefits and packages for those leaving that would treat him well. Something he had worked for since he had turned sixteen and could start his retirement fund. He wanted to be able to live well without worry after all.

Maybe write some more books beyond the ones that he dabbled in when not working or relaxing from work.

Sighing, he stood and walked to his land line, picking it up and dialing the number, deciding that he should probably do some research first.

“Name?” came a bored voice over the line after a single ring of the phone. He blinked as his lips twitched, finding that promptness interesting.

“Barton, Phil,” Phil stated. He answered a few more questions meant to make sure that it was him on the phone. He even discussed the attack by his brother, talking about how his brother had left him after stabbing him. He soon had the URL and password to check out along with the warning that he wasn’t ever to give it out to someone who wasn’t in the know.

Rolling his eyes, he sat down at his laptop, stroking the Stark Industries computer logo, still surprised that such a big weapons company would start to branch out into computers. And fuck if they weren’t some of the best laptops out there.

Opening his browser, he tapped in the URL, entered the password and settled in to read over the information on the page. He took the rest of the day and late into the night, going to bed when he was exhausted, and his head couldn’t stand any more information.

Even with his head filled with all that information, he was able to get to bed and up at the normal time. He went for his morning run before coming back to his house to shower and dress for the day. After a light breakfast, he left the house to train his current group in working together, mind still working out the pros and cons. When his group once more failed to get through their training simulations because of some petty bullshit in his mind, he filed the paperwork that they be separated if they couldn’t work through their issues.

And made his decision.

When it came time to either sign the contract or startto look for a new job, he told the man who was over him that his new job had a year-long contract for testing. And that if it didn’t work out, he’d be back to kick more ass into shape. He then went back home, called the number and was patched through to Maria, the people used to him calling while trying to straighten out his contract.

“So, to be clear, my own team and I have final say on who is or isn’t a part of it,” he said once she had picked up with a clipped ‘Hill’ in greeting.

“Yes, Barton. Your team will be specializing in infiltration, information and assassination. You will be working from both the field and from the carrier. Your main job, Barton, is to keep your people safe and alive,” Maria stated. He could feel the smugness that came from her, knowing that she had gotten him to come in by being bluntly honest with him.

Phil hummed. “And I’ll have absolute control of what this group does, yeah? No one will bitch or moan if I feel that their training isn’t going well enough and I can stop them from going out to put them through some heavy-duty training?” he asked.

Maria snorted in his ear. “That is also right. You will have control over your group. But remember, with that control comes all the paperwork. And before you can get your own group, you’ll be working with the guy you’re replacing first,” she reminded him. “I know that you’ll like him. You will start three weeks after your contract is done and the paperwork fully filed. I’ll send you the file of information that you need to read and sign before you’re done. That will include a list of apartments where other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents like to live in. I suggest that you start looking for a good condo. There’s some new places open.”

“I will do that, Hill. Thank you for this interesting opportunity,” he drawled, getting a low chuckle from her.

“Just wait until you meet Fury, Barton. I’m looking forward to seeing you as one of us,” she said before hanging up. Phil snorted as he closed his phone with a snap and dropped it onto his table.

He had a rather good feeling about what he was going to do and looked forward to it. He didn’t know just what would happen, but it was as if his path had been working to bring him to this point and time. To be hunted down by S.H.I.E.L.D. and offered an amazing job by a pretty blond who had a sharp sense of humor under her icy exterior.

Looking around the office, Phil smirked and stood, grabbing his phone and keys from the table, heading to where his car waited for him. If he wanted to be packed up by the time that he was discharged, he had to start weeding things out. Getting rid of items that he could replace later.

And he’d have to see if his lovely friends would let him buy his old RV from them since they were looking for a bigger one now that they had a kid. There wasn’t any real reason why he couldn’t live out of it after he traveled to New York and hunted for a condo. Making a note to look that up when he got home, he pulled out of the parking spot and headed to where he had a storage unit holding a lot of his stuff still.

He would figure all of that out. After all, he still had three months to his contract yet, and then another three weeks before he could start working.
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