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Changing Lives	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 1443 -:- 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: 9
Words: 1665
Warnings: nothing yet
AN: So damn tired, but another chapter posted. Hope you guys enjoy.

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Smoothing his necktie down, Phil looked himself over in his mirror, humming in approval. He had been training for his handler position for nearly a year and had just celebrated his twenty-third birthday the week before. But now he was going to get his first agent under him, a man who he had chosen himself. He was kind of nervous but also very excited for what the future was bringing him.

If he did well with the first team that he was taking over, he would end up having three different teams under his command within the year. His own trainer had told him that he was good as a handler. But he would still need to prove himself with this first team.

Turning away from his mirror, Phil left the small bedroom that was a part of the apartment suite that he had been given on the helicarrier and walked over to his dining table slash desk. He flipped through the file on the group that he was assigned before he picked it up and moved to his coffee pot. While it percolated, he flipped open the files and started to read over each person, thinking over the information. The group all had some form of formal training in their various fields, along with some not-so-formal training.

Their chosen hacker had been recruited by the FBI when they had discovered the backdoor that he had created in their files nearly two years before. It had been as they were updating their system, and someone had noticed the weak spot in their coding.

The head of the group was a guy named Clint Coulson. And it looked as if he had a pretty good family history compared to most he knew. He had military history in his family and had followed their footsteps, joining up and soon after becoming a sniper with a specialization in arrows. Some of said arrows were coming from the young Tony Stark who had been doing a private consultation for Clint’s original group. S.H.I.E.L.D. itself was unable to buy them for Clint, so it came down to him and Clint to buy any new arrows or to work a contract so that they were the middle man between them and Stark.

It looked as if they were going to either work it out that Stark never had to go near Fury, or they got names of some of the better made suppliers from him. He had an intense hate for Fury apparently.

The rest of the team were hand chosen by Phil over the last year based on how they worked with each other on missions.

Sighing, Phil closed the files and poured coffee into a large travel mug before packing up his bag. He would continue to go through the files once he was at his new office. He had set up his new computer in the office, which was more of a closet then anything but had space and made sure that the heavy-duty anti-virus and anti-spyware worked. He had splurged and bought the new Stark computer that was offered and told Fury that it was his.

And his alone. No one would gain access to it and he would keep it that way since his phone talked to the computer since it too was a Stark model. Anyone tried, and he would know.

Leaving the small apartment and turning right to the bank of elevators, he took one to the correct floor of the helicarrier. It was as he started down the hall to his office that his phone pinged at him with an alert, making him sigh as he pulled it out. Phil snorted before pressing a button, locking his computer remotely even as he continued walking to his office.

Opening the door, he stepped inside, raising an eyebrow at finding one Clint Coulson smirking at a pretty redhead who was scowling at the computer. Most likely unhappy that it had locked her out. “I do not like my personal computer being touched. You must be the one that they call the Black Widow. Also known as Natasha Romanoff,” he drawled in greeting. He closed the door behind with a snap. “That is indeed my personal computer. It wasn’t bought using S.H.I.E.L.D. funds, which means it was bought with my own funds and is therefore mine.” He stared at her, stopping her from speaking when she opened her mouth. “Please remove yourself from my chair and my office. And do not forget any and all bugs that you placed. Thank you.”

He walked around his desk, smirking as she stood and moved away from him, taking the bug that she had planted under the keyboard tray with her. Once she had left, closing the door behind her, Phil sighed and locked the electronic lock with his phone, moving to remove the rest of the bugs.

“You would think that a highly trained assassin such as her would know better. All S.H.I.E.L.D. handlers are well trained to detect and remove any bugs that are in their personal spaces due to the nature of their work,” Phil drawled.

Clint snickered softly and shrugged. “Yeah, well, she’s been known ta do it to everyone that comes to be a handler for one of us. I tried ta tell her to not do that since you were military trailed…” Clint shrugged. “She doesn’t listen to me often because she still doesn’t trust me all that well,” he told the other man. “So, you’re the new handler, right?” He shifted on the small couch.

“Yes.” Phil dropped the bugs into a small plastic baggie and dropped it into a metal lock box that would disrupt their signals easily. He then put the lock box into a drawer and closed it with a smirk. “I am. I am also, as you well know, your team’s handler. My name is Phil Barton, Agent Coulson.

“I do not expect much, but I do expect you to try to work with me instead of against me. I can tell you right now that I won’t take any of your usual bullshit that you have pulled on different handlers since you’ve joined. I know that you’ve been here for two years already and that you have gone through four different handlers in that time. Mostly because you didn’t work with them.” He looked up at Clint, face blank. “I will not put up with that shit. I will put you through the same punishments that I used on my trainees when I was contracted to the Army if need be.”

Clint smirked at him. Nodding his head, he stretched. “Sure, I can do that,” he promised, shifting in his seat and sighing in pleasure at the comfortableness of it. “You must have had some money to be able to get this shit. S.H.I.E.L.D. bought shit sucks.”

“While I was contracted, I didn’t find that I had to buy much while I was with the Army,” Phil said. He transferred the files from his bag to his desk, neatly lining them up. “I was chosen to be your handler because I used to handle a few teams personally when they were stateside. I also trained them harder than my other classes. I have your first mission under me right here,” he said, handing Clint a file, keeping the rest for himself. “You and your team are needed to take this person out. It has proven very hard to get close to him, but we have learned that he is pulling strings that we do not want pulled right now.”

“Do we want it to look like a rival hit?” Clint asked, flipping through the pages with a thoughtful look on his face. “Bomb? Or maybe just a sniper hit?”

Phil nodded as he sat back in his chair, flipping open the full file on the mission. “Make it a rival killing. That would be best. We want to take down the entire ring, so you will need your hacker to get into the files. This means that it’ll be a full team mission most likely,” he said after a moment. “This will include me. We need to strip out his files and bring them in before we take him down though. Which means that your first job is those files.”

“That won’t be a problem for Cyber,” Clint promised. He smirked as he stood with his file in hand. “I’ll go start planning this up and tell the team. We usually talk over lunch.”

“If you could, bring them by afterwards please. Seeing as I’m still setting up I can’t come to the meeting, but I would like to meet them face to face,” Phil said, getting a nod.

Unlocking the door, he watched as Clint left before he locked the door again. Unlocking his computer with his rather complicated password, he settled in to start his paperwork for the new file. He knew that once the mission was done there would be even more to fill out. But, for now he could fill out the basics to get a head-start on said paperwork.

Huffing softly, Phil shifted forward in his seat and worked his way through that part of the paperwork before he moved onto the paperwork that his predecessor had started but never gotten to finish. He used the man’s notes to get several of the reports at least started. There were a few missions that he would have to do some research on, if not call the man to fill in some of the blanks in his notes.

Four hours later finally found him leaving the office to head down to his apartment to get food. He ignored the fact that he was being followed by Natasha. She would just have to learn to deal with him. He had to deal with circus people for far too long to be intimidated by her.

Much less anything else that she had in mind for him.
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