Round 1
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Prompt Post No. 1
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Prompt Post No. 1
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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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