Round 1
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Prompt Post No. 1
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Prompt Post No. 1
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This round will be closed to new prompts for a 24 hour hiatus once it reaches two thousand comments. Fills may still be posted. After another 2000 comments, Round 1 will close. Round 2 will go live one week after this ( Read more... )
It’s going to fuck with the perfect record of Avengers not killing one another (yet), and it could upset Phil due to the inevitable paperwork involved, but whatever. Tony has it coming.
This is what happens: it’s the day after the latest Hydra hijinks and they’re all at the mansion, in various stages of mild injury and general laziness. They tend to gravitate towards the media room in this state, and there’s take-out food and morning cartoons on tv (courtesy of Thor and Bruce, though Clint suspects Natasha secretly enjoys the Disney Channel though he’s yet to confirm that).
Phil arrives at some point during late morning, in one of his impeccable suits, looking crisp and sharp as always, even though Clint knows he hasn’t slept much, coordinating the cleanup and dealing with the fallout, as he does.
Everyone acknowledges the arrival with a nod or a quiet word, except for Thor, who exclaims “Son of Coul, welcome!” at a volume that makes Clint’s head hurt but is somehow never not hilarious.
Tony doesn’t look up from his box of noodles, but he raises his hand. “Hey, Coulson, before I forget. Agent Tan, you know, she was on the Hellicarier yesterday?”
“I know my personnel, Stark,” Phil says dryly and slides into a seat at the table next to Steve, handing him a thick folder of what looks like hours of fun paperwork.
“Apparently. Yeah, so she was asking about you, I gave her your number. The actual number, not the office extension. You need to have some fun, Coulson.”
Tony is really fucking lucky Clint’s gear is upstairs.
The prolonged silence makes Tony finally look up and glance around. His eyes shift between Steve, Natasha and Clint. Bruce has already hid his face in his palm, shaking his head a little like he can’t believe this shit.
Thor just looks a bit confused, like a golden retriever whose owner hid the ball.
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Clint, however, can’t hold it in. “Married life so boring you have to live vicariously through Phil?” he asks, and then catches Steve’s look, realising. Phil, he said Phil, not Coulson. Steve offers him a nod and a small smile, and of course he figured it out, he’s not an idiot and he is interested in the well-being of his team. And Phil is a part of that team, whatever he says.
Tony, however, frowns at them. “What did I say?” he asks and Natasha rolls her eyes and clearly barely restrains herself from throwing a cushion at him.
“Clint, a word?” Phil says, and Clint is pretty sure that the first name slippage is completely deliberate from him, because Phil doesn’t make rookie mistakes like that. He nods and follows, a little surprised when Phil heads for the half-open kitchen area instead of anywhere with closed doors. “It’ll give Natasha a moment to smack him over the head,” he says quietly and Clint snorts, especially since there is a muted “ow” coming from Stark, followed by something quiet said by Bruce.
“Seriously?” Tony asks, loud enough they can hear him well. “Fuck, okay, that explains... but seriously? How come I didn’t know?”
Phil sighs and moves to pour himself a cup of coffee from the state-of-the-art coffee machine Tony designed himself one morning when their old one broke. It makes fucking great coffee and sometimes dispenses Skittles, no one knows why.
“I think it’s time we let people know,” Phil says, his tone a little uncertain. And not as if he’s reluctant to do this, but like he doesn’t know what Clint would say, if Cling would want to actually tell people.
Like Clint wasn’t ready for the rooftops shouting for a long time.
It’s not that they hid this. Fury knows, obviously, because you don’t hide shit from Fury and Clint is dead certain Phil reported this sometime between the first kiss and the first time they fucked (he must have fit a phonecall in those four minutes somehow). Most of the Avengers know (well, all now), Pepper knew for a while, Jane and Darcy, probably even Loki (there was this one time... you know what, don’t ask.) They’re not hiding. But they weren’t telling people either, and it’s been part of the whole thing that’s been driving Clint insane.
Yeah, okay, he’s an idiot and he should have said something.
That’s probably going to be his epitaph, what’s your point?
“Clint?” Phil prompts, because Clint’s spacing out, again. “You okay with that?”
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He doesn’t stop even when he hears feet shuffling behind him and someone (Tony, obviously) clears his throat mock-politely.
“I get the point, Coulson. You obviously can manage your own affairs.”
Clint snorts into the kiss but he has no intention of stopping. Phil doesn’t move either, except for one of his hands momentarily moving to either flip Tony off or threaten to tase him, Clint would approve of both. Whatever it is, it makes Tony laugh warmly and tell them to get a room, or at least clear the way to the coffee machine.
Phil pulls back then, smiling slightly. “Fine, sometimes Stark has some valid ideas.”
“Thank you, Coulson,” Tony says seriously and makes shoo motions with his hands, intent on getting to the coffee.
Fine. Tony can live for now. Clint is nothing if not reasonable.
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Okay anon it's official this is frakking BRILLIANT! You have made my night with this. :D
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