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Fix Him	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 10081 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Fix Him
Fandom: Avengers
Chapter: 1
Characters: Director Nick Fury, SHIELD Agent Phil Coulson
Word count: 1,456
AN: I went back over this story and decided to just edit it into one long ass story that kind of jumps from time to time in the grand scheme of things. So please excuse the dust as I fix things and change titles and the such.
Still the same Fix Him, but now just one long story instead of several smaller stories.
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Stepping into the office of one Director Fury, Agent Phil Coulson frowned heavily at finding that his boss was standing before the large windows that curved around the side of their helicraft. The large black man was standing with hands behind his back, muscles tense and glaring out of the white clouds that were floating past them.
“Director Fury, you wanted to see me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the man as he turned around. A black eye and an eye patch landed on him as a smirk spread over thin lips.
“Yes, I did,” Fury rumbled, moving to his chair and sitting down at his desk. Resting his arms on the desk, he waved for the other to sit down. “Sit down please. I have a new assignment for you, Coulson. This new assignment has driven several of my agents to nearly quitting on us instead of working this assignment anymore.”
“Sir?” Coulson queried, sitting straight at the fact that several agents had already quit over an assignment.
Fury picked up a file and tossed it so it landed before Coulson. “Fix him. I really don’t care how you do it or how long it takes, but I need you to do it,” he stated.
Coulson blinked several times at his box before reaching out and pulling the file to himself. By the looks of it, the file only contained the barest of information but it looked to have the formal permission to get all of the files that was on his new assignment. Flipping through the pages, he found that he was to work with Special Agent Clint Barton, he was barely in his twenties, had been picked up by Natasha Romanoff and liked places that were high up.
“Sir, what exactly has he done to drive his previous handlers to the brink of quitting, if not something worse?” he asked, gazing over the rather long list of agents that had been assigned as handlers to Barton. “And what has happened to them?”
Fury sat back in his chair and rubbed at his chin as he thought over the question. “Let’s see. One was annoyed and pestered into drinking, while one is now attending therapy sessions to get over a newly discovered fear of arrowheads. Another has moved to the archiving unit to hide away while one female agent is now a very proud lesbian after stating that she may like a dick but she can get that with a girlfriend wearing a strap on.” He paused before smirking “In the middle of the cafeteria.”
Fury’s tone almost came off as if he was just discussing the weather. Coulson choked on his air at the very fact that just from those few examples, he could already see the pattern of how Barton scared or annoyed his handlers away. The man probably picked and found the person’s annoyance factors before using it to drive them off.
“Director, I have to ask. Why me?” Coulson finally choked out, brown eyes wide as he stared at the other man.
“You’ve been able to not only fix, but deal with, some of our most troublesome operatives and have been the best handler amongst our people,” Fury stated as he laced his fingers together. Resting his hands and arms on his desk, he stared hard at Coulson. I’m confident that you can fix Barton and be his permanent handler.”
Coulson sighed and rubbed at his face before looking down at the file once more. Reading over it, paying closer attention to the details, he hummed lightly. According to the sparse details, Barton didn’t trust easily, which added to his need to drive people away from him. As to why he did that, it was speculated that it was because of his past and childhood even though they knew nothing outside of what they had been able to discover about him.
Barton seemed to only really trust Romanoff, as much as he could trust any one person. There were few people that knew where his off base apartment was and even fewer who were allowed past the well trained and heavily armed front desk guard. Romanoff was able to get past him but didn’t have a key nor the codes to his security system to get in.
“He seems overly cautious about his privacy,” Coulson finally said as he started to read over the formal permissions forms. “I will have full access to all of his records? This includes the notes from his various therapy sessions and interviews?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed together, glancing up at Fury.
“Computer access to everything to, including video files of missions and classified mission reports,” Fury replied.
Coulson nodded his head and looked back down to the file. “I’m going to need all of it sent to my rooms so I can go over them without any fear of someone going over the files without express permission,” he finally said.
“I thought you would say that,” Fury chuckled, getting a glare from his agent. “The files are waiting for you to come collect them to take to your new suites in a security heavy area. Your personal items I’m sure you can move yourself,” he stated, handing over a second file, a smirk dancing on his lips.
“Great, just perfect,” Coulson grunted, glaring at his boss slightly before turning to the new file with his security information and the layout of his room. “I take it the high perches are for Barton mostly.” Fury nodded, only getting a raised eyebrow.
“The quarters are the ones that Barton’s handlers receive. The rooms with perches are ones he has access to and the ones that you will be having most of your meetings with him and his team in,” Fury told Coulson.
“I see,” Coulson mused, closing both files and standing from his seat. “If you’ll excuse me, sir, I need to pack my stuff up and move before I am able to meet with Barton later. I would like to be somewhat settled into my new suite of rooms by then,” he stated.
Fury nodded his head. “You have five hours to move and get settled,” he told Coulson. “Barton will be back from a solo mission in about four hours time and another one will be needed to shower and debrief.”
“I understand,” Coulson said, nodding his head politely to the director. He turned and left the office, holding both files in one hand. He nodded to the occasional agent as he walked down to the archival rooms, finding the agent that had been driven down there by Barton. After getting a snorted ‘Good luck’ from the agent and signing for all of the files to be sent to his new rooms, he left the archives.
From what he had gathered from the archive agent, Barton didn’t just distrust handlers but tended to outright hate them. The hate came from his second handler who had tried to change him and how he worked, which had put the team that worked with Barton on certain missions into dangers path. The agents had come home alive, hurting and wounded but alive; Barton was switched to mostly long distance missions with the occasional B and E to plant things or steal information.
The handler though had been stuck in a far, far away place and Barton started to go through handlers like a sick person did tissues.
It was enlightening to Coulson but also worrisome to him, making him wonder just how he was going to fix the man. No matter how much Fury seemed to believe that he could do it, he didn’t know how to fix such an intense hate for a handler. Sighing, he stepped into his older quarters and smiled at the fact that there were a pile of boxes that were waiting for him to use.
Deciding that he would make a decision about how to handle Barton later, Coulson set about packing everything into the boxes, starting with his bedroom and ending in his kitchen. With the boxes properly labeled, he was quick to gather some junior agents to move them to his new suite of rooms where the boxes of information on Barton and his team waited for him.
As soon as everything was transferred, he put away the cold items and sat down in his chair. Coulson drew a box that was marked with the first month of Barton’s history and started to read about what made his new project who he was. After three hours of reading, he was welcoming Barton and Fury into his room and watching as the man moved with a deadly grace that made Coulson’s libido perk up in interest.
He. Was. Fucked.
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