[MCU: Drabble] "Director of Caring" [Clint/Coulson, G]
Title: Director of Caring
Author: Ami Ven
Word Count: 823
Rating: G
Fandom: MCU (Avengers/Hawkeye)
Pairing(s): Clint Barton/Phil Coulson
Character(s): Phil Coulson, Clint Barton, Kate Bishop
Summary “You don’t have to stay and take care of us.”
Director of Caring
“There,” said Phil, securing the ace bandage with the little silver clip apparently intended for that exact purpose. “How does that feel? Not too tight?”
Kate raised her leg, bending her ankle carefully, then grinned. “I can honestly say that this is the nicest ankle wrap that anyone has ever done for me.”
“Your medical records say you’ve never sprained an ankle before, so I’m not surprised.” Phil’s tone was dry but his hands were gentle as he lifted her foot off his knee again and stood, sliding a pillow onto the coffee table where he’d been sitting and lowering Kate’s injured ankle carefully onto it. “Unlike some people.”
Clint sat at the other end of the couch, his bare chest and arms dotted with a dozen shallow cuts, all now neatly cleaned and bandaged. “Only one of those was from doing something actually stupid,” he said. “The rest just sort of… happened.”
His smile would have been more convincing if it had lasted longer than a second before shifting to a wince.
“I should really wrap your ribs, too,” said Phil.
“Nah, I’m okay,” said Clint. “Really. We both are. Right, Katie-Kate?”
“We’re super,” she agreed, with a lazy thumbs-up, then giggled. “Except, we’re not super.”
Phil sighed. “I think we’ll have to be a bit more careful with your medication, Kate.”
“I warned you against giving her the good stuff, boss,” said Clint. “But I think I can handle her. You can go back to work.”
“I’m staying right here,” said Phil.
Clint frowned. “But you’re the Director of SHIELD. You don’t have to stay and take care of us.”
“I am the Director of SHIELD, which is exactly why I can stay and take care of you.” Phil smiled. “What’s the point of having power if you can’t abuse it sometimes?”
“Still don’t see why you want to do that just for us,” said Clint. “We can take care of ourselves.”
Phil, who had been going around the living room tidying up, paused behind the couch where his husband sat. “I know you can,” he said, softly. “You are both so strong and independent, and I love that about you. But sometimes, it makes me want to bundle you both up and make sure nothing happens to either of you ever again.”
Kate frowned. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
He smiled. “Feelings often don’t make sense.”
“And they’re hard to shake,” added Clint. “It’s still hard to believe that we deserve you.”
Phil leaned down to kiss him, briefly. “You do deserve me, and I would still be here even if you didn’t.”
“Why?” asked Kate.
“Because I love you,” he said, easily - because it was easy, loving them. As complicated and infuriating as they might be, Phil loved them and that made everything simple.
“Oh,” said Kate, in a small voice.
Phil leaned over the back of the couch to press a kiss to the top of her head then straightened, all business again. “You’re supposed to rest,” he said. “What can I bring you to make you stay resting?”
“Are you bribing us, Phil?” grinned Clint.
“Yes,” his husband agreed.
Kate twisted to look up at him. “Hot chocolate?” she asked. “The special kind?”
“Coming right up,” said Phil - the ‘special kind’ was just the powdered mix made with hot milk. “Clint?”
The other man fidgeted with the drawstring of his pajama pants. “You don’t have to stay,” he said, softly.
“I’m staying,” Phil told him. “What do you want?”
“I… you?”
The fact that it was still a question, after years together and a marriage ceremony, broke Phil’s heart a little, but he managed a smile. “Let me get Kate’s hot chocolate first, then I’m all yours,” he promised. “Think you two can agree on a movie?”
He let their good-natured bickering fade to background noise as he headed to the kitchen to begin heating the milk, and by the time he came back out with Kate’s chipped purple mug of ‘special hot chocolate’, they were both quiet again.
Kate took her drink with a smile, but snagged the sleeve to Phil’s sweater when he tried to move over to the large arm chair. “You sit here,” she said and tugged him down beside her.
“Clint-” began Phil, just as a pillow was dropped into his lap. “So that’s your plan.”
Grinning, Clint tipped himself carefully sideways until he was lying flat on his back, head in Phil’s lap and legs dangling over the arm of the couch. “This is a great plan. JARVIS, start the movie.”
Phil rested a hand on his husband’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. Kate leaned against his other side, and he put an arm around her, too.
“So, what are we watching?” he asked, just as the very, very familiar opening of Disney’s Robin Hood came on the screen.
“Still love us?” teased Clint.
Phil laughed. “Always.”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow
Author: Ami Ven
Word Count: 823
Rating: G
Fandom: MCU (Avengers/Hawkeye)
Pairing(s): Clint Barton/Phil Coulson
Character(s): Phil Coulson, Clint Barton, Kate Bishop
Summary “You don’t have to stay and take care of us.”
Director of Caring
“There,” said Phil, securing the ace bandage with the little silver clip apparently intended for that exact purpose. “How does that feel? Not too tight?”
Kate raised her leg, bending her ankle carefully, then grinned. “I can honestly say that this is the nicest ankle wrap that anyone has ever done for me.”
“Your medical records say you’ve never sprained an ankle before, so I’m not surprised.” Phil’s tone was dry but his hands were gentle as he lifted her foot off his knee again and stood, sliding a pillow onto the coffee table where he’d been sitting and lowering Kate’s injured ankle carefully onto it. “Unlike some people.”
Clint sat at the other end of the couch, his bare chest and arms dotted with a dozen shallow cuts, all now neatly cleaned and bandaged. “Only one of those was from doing something actually stupid,” he said. “The rest just sort of… happened.”
His smile would have been more convincing if it had lasted longer than a second before shifting to a wince.
“I should really wrap your ribs, too,” said Phil.
“Nah, I’m okay,” said Clint. “Really. We both are. Right, Katie-Kate?”
“We’re super,” she agreed, with a lazy thumbs-up, then giggled. “Except, we’re not super.”
Phil sighed. “I think we’ll have to be a bit more careful with your medication, Kate.”
“I warned you against giving her the good stuff, boss,” said Clint. “But I think I can handle her. You can go back to work.”
“I’m staying right here,” said Phil.
Clint frowned. “But you’re the Director of SHIELD. You don’t have to stay and take care of us.”
“I am the Director of SHIELD, which is exactly why I can stay and take care of you.” Phil smiled. “What’s the point of having power if you can’t abuse it sometimes?”
“Still don’t see why you want to do that just for us,” said Clint. “We can take care of ourselves.”
Phil, who had been going around the living room tidying up, paused behind the couch where his husband sat. “I know you can,” he said, softly. “You are both so strong and independent, and I love that about you. But sometimes, it makes me want to bundle you both up and make sure nothing happens to either of you ever again.”
Kate frowned. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
He smiled. “Feelings often don’t make sense.”
“And they’re hard to shake,” added Clint. “It’s still hard to believe that we deserve you.”
Phil leaned down to kiss him, briefly. “You do deserve me, and I would still be here even if you didn’t.”
“Why?” asked Kate.
“Because I love you,” he said, easily - because it was easy, loving them. As complicated and infuriating as they might be, Phil loved them and that made everything simple.
“Oh,” said Kate, in a small voice.
Phil leaned over the back of the couch to press a kiss to the top of her head then straightened, all business again. “You’re supposed to rest,” he said. “What can I bring you to make you stay resting?”
“Are you bribing us, Phil?” grinned Clint.
“Yes,” his husband agreed.
Kate twisted to look up at him. “Hot chocolate?” she asked. “The special kind?”
“Coming right up,” said Phil - the ‘special kind’ was just the powdered mix made with hot milk. “Clint?”
The other man fidgeted with the drawstring of his pajama pants. “You don’t have to stay,” he said, softly.
“I’m staying,” Phil told him. “What do you want?”
“I… you?”
The fact that it was still a question, after years together and a marriage ceremony, broke Phil’s heart a little, but he managed a smile. “Let me get Kate’s hot chocolate first, then I’m all yours,” he promised. “Think you two can agree on a movie?”
He let their good-natured bickering fade to background noise as he headed to the kitchen to begin heating the milk, and by the time he came back out with Kate’s chipped purple mug of ‘special hot chocolate’, they were both quiet again.
Kate took her drink with a smile, but snagged the sleeve to Phil’s sweater when he tried to move over to the large arm chair. “You sit here,” she said and tugged him down beside her.
“Clint-” began Phil, just as a pillow was dropped into his lap. “So that’s your plan.”
Grinning, Clint tipped himself carefully sideways until he was lying flat on his back, head in Phil’s lap and legs dangling over the arm of the couch. “This is a great plan. JARVIS, start the movie.”
Phil rested a hand on his husband’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. Kate leaned against his other side, and he put an arm around her, too.
“So, what are we watching?” he asked, just as the very, very familiar opening of Disney’s Robin Hood came on the screen.
“Still love us?” teased Clint.
Phil laughed. “Always.”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow