2 fics for smaragdbird
Title: Needs Repeating
Author: Billystarpip
Summary: How Alex and Darwin actually got to know each other
Recipient: smaragdbird
Request Used: Havok/Darwin, they never say anything but everyone who spends more than ten minutes around them can easily tell that they're head over heels for each other, bonus points for including the rest of the First Class cast
Rating: A disappointing PG-13…. Sorry, but they just weren’t cooperating with me!
Spoilers: First Class
Notes: I had fun writing these two - hope you enjoy!
When Charles and Erik dropped Alex off at the CIA base, he was more than a little un-nerved. Who were these guys - mutants who worked for the government? Who’d believe that - and that they got him out of prison on top of it? He tried to settle down in the long room he’d been taken to, but was jumpy from the new noises and sounds. Narrow, with multiple beds lined along the wall, night stands separating them, gave him little to work with. He threw his stuff in one of the footlockers and just sprawled out on a random bed. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself, when he heard the bed next to him squeak. He turned his head and saw a thin African-American man sitting the next bed over. Alex quickly tried to cover his movement and pretend he was asleep. A deep chuckle showed that his ruse was useless.
Alex decided to get the introductions over so he could possibly escape the other man. “Who are you?” The other man laughed again - a nice laugh, but who likes being laughed at?
“Name’s Darwin. Yours?” Alex glared before responding, “Alex.” There, introductions made, hopefully now ‘Darwin’ would go back to whatever he was doing and Alex could get back to his contemplation of his eyelids.
More rustling from the other bed. Damn, that wasn’t going to go the way he wanted either. Oh well…who stuck around to talk to a guy who didn’t respond? Alex figured he had another 15, tops 30 minutes of interactions before this ‘Darwin’ gave up.
Suddenly, the rustling was on his bed. Alex’s eyes flew open as he realized that Darwin had stood up and sat down on the edge of HIS bed. What the heck? Alex just stared up at him, trying to give off both a “don’t mess with me” look and hide his initial urge to scream like a little girl.
Darwin just smirked down at him. “Dude, we are here for the next week, whether we like it or not. It’s just you and me over here. Down the hall there’s supposedly a couple chicks, and even further in there’s another guy, but he like works here or something. Might as well get used to me.”
Alex just stared at him like he was speaking Swahili. There were others here like him? Well, not LIKE him, but who did weird shit too? Fuck, it sounds like those guys really were recruiting mutants for the government. Holy shit. Alex shook his head, as if to clear it, and hopefully wake back up in his nice, safe, solitary cell.
Darwin actually laughed at that one. “Where’d they find you? I was drivin’ a taxi in NYC when these two slick dudes hop in the back and ask me to drive them to Richmond, Virginia. All of a sudden, one of them turns the meter on with no hands and the other guy’s got me seeing drag queens right and left!” He stopped talking and laughed at the memory, definitely caught up in the moment. Alex eyed him warily. Who laughed at drag queens?
He poked Alex in the shoulder. “So, what’s your story?” Alex thought about that. Not quite sure if he was ready to drop the “they got me released from prison” bit just yet. “Nothing quite that….fun? They came and got me from the place I was stayin’, said they could use me, and then dropped me here.” Alex hadn’t needed the side show to get him motivated to join. While he wasn’t sure about being out in public again, he couldn’t really argue against leavin’ prison.
Darwin nodded his head thoughtfully. “I hear ya. Didn’t really take much to get me along for the ride either!” With that, he stood up from the bed and reached out a hand to Alex. “Enough chitchat. Time to eat! Even if it’s only cafeteria food.” That part was said with an exaggerated sigh, almost as if he was expected to despair about the food.
Alex eyed the hand warily, before reaching up to grab it. He sat up and followed Darwin out of the room and into the maze of hallways. A lesson he’d learned even before prison was never pass up a meal - especially if it was free. They twisted through this hallway and that and Alex was pretty sure he’d NEVER find his way back by the time they reached a huge room filled with tables and chairs. A quiet self serve line was again one wall, which seemed to be stocked with cold sandwiches and salads. Definitely better that his usual try of hot mush shoved through a door and leaps and bounds better that anything he had before prison.
They quickly grabbed trays and filled up before grabbing a table away from the door. Alex made sure to keep his back as much to a wall as possible, in case the others decided to show up. He hated being taken by surprise, especially in a new environment. Darwin was thankfully silent during lunch, eating with an economy of movement that Alex could appreciate from a lifetime ago. Doesn’t really matter what you looked like, a kid who knew to keep quiet and eat fast was a kid who’d had a rough life already.
When they finished, Darwin stood up and gestured for Alex to follow. Since he’d already decided he was beyond lost, another field trip with the guy who knew where he was going was fine with him. They ended up in another room with chairs, but less tables, and surprisingly a pinball machine. Alex tried not to let his excitement show, but knew he failed. This was the only thing he’d ever been able to play throughout his whole life and seeing one here was like seeing an old friend.
Darwin settled in on one of the chairs and gestured for Alex to have at the game. “I’m shit at playin’ those things. Why don’t you have a go?” Alex shrugged his shoulders, but knew that he was caught. “I suppose a game couldn’t hurt.”
Alex stepped up and was transformed back into an eight year old boy, standing in front of the old pinball at the local arcade. He drew back the launcher and jumped headfirst into muscle memory. The flippers came to life and points started racking up. Extra balls were launched and controlled, the game becoming alight with buzzes and beeps and noise. Darwin had moved from his spot across the room to leaning against it, watching in amazement as Alex took the score higher and higher.
When he was finished, Alex leaned back from the machine and finally saw his surroundings. A small blush crossed his cheeks as he saw Darwin’s face. “What?” he said with a harsh tone. “Not a damned thing man…not a damned thing!” Darwin responded.
Alex sighed. “Look, it’s easy. Come here, I’ll show you.” He gestured for Darwin to come around the front of the machine and take his spot. “It’s all about thinking just a little bit forward. The ball only goes one speed, so you just need to keep an eye on it to make sure it doesn’t get away from you.” Darwin eyed him suspiciously. “If you say so brother.”
Alex watched him try…and try…and try again. Each time was almost worse, which just blew his mind. How was he not getting this?! After the last ball fell down the slot, Alex had it. “Come on! It is NOT hard!” He muscled his way right into Darwin’s space, grabbing his hand to depress the lever again and putting Darwin’s hands under his on the flappers. “You just have to do this! And then one like this! And then…” his brain caught up with the rest of him. He had Darwin pinned against the machine, hands on the flappers, and his groin was in his ass. Alex backed off immediately, hands up, trying to fix this situation.
“Woah man, fuck, uh, not sure what happened there.” Darwin had turned his head to watch Alex over his shoulder, body still against the machine. Alex was steadily backing up, putting as much space between them as possible.
“Where you goin’? I was just getting the hang of it.” Alex stopped short. Darwin’s face was impassive, showing no emotions, but his body was definitely sending signals. Alex blinked, making sure he was reading the situation right. Darwin just waited, standing there with his hips cocked, eyes barely hooded, daring Alex to keep walking away.
“Uhhh….” What a comeback. Alex shook his head. Now he KNEW this was a dream. He’d wake up in a minute, hands crammed down his government issue pants and cuss himself stupid for even making this up. But, until he did, he was going to enjoy this.
He walked back up and put his hands back over Darwin’s. “Go ahead and start the game” he said softly in his ear. Darwin’s only acknowledgement was a barely perceptible nod and pulling the lever. The game started up and the two of them started to play. Alex worked to keep Darwin’s game going while Darwin seemed to do everything in his power to distract Alex. He arched his neck, rolled to the backs of his heels, putting pressure on Alex’s groin. Alex grinned to himself and played on. He hadn’t had this much fun playing in a LONG time.
Alex decided to up the ante by sneaking a quick bite onto Darwin’s neck. The body in front of him almost relaxed after that and drove the stakes even higher. He pushed back with his ass, then bounced on the balls of his feet, giving Alex a perfect opportunity to feel what he was missing. Then he shifted his neck from side to side, not only making Alex work harder to keep the balls in play, but give him ample time to nibble on that gorgeous neck.
The game abruptly stopped when Darwin yanked his hands out from under Alex’s and turned around to face him. Alex was about to back up again when Darwin mumbled “oh no you don’t” and grabbed his face for a heated kiss. Now this part Alex knew he hadn’t dreamed up - his psyche wasn’t that cruel. He closed his eyes and gave in, bringing his hands up to clamp on Darwin’s waist as he took control of the kiss.
They stumbled back until they reached one of the larger arm chairs. Darwin shoved Alex down in it and dropped to the floor in front of him. Belts flew and zippers were manhandled out of the way as the two men made short work of pants and distractions.
An hour later, both of them exhausted but sated, with all clothing back in place, they headed back to their room. Alex had to smirk inwardly. What started out as a weird day turned into one of the best of his life….now, how to convince Darwin that this was an experience that needed repeating?
Title: So an Agent walks into a bar…
Author: Billystarpip
Summary: When Agent Coulson has a little downtime after a meeting with the Consultant, his choice of local bars makes for an interesting evening…
Recipient: smaragdbird
Request Used: Five mutants who flirted with Agent Coulson and the one human who got him (let the human be Hawkeye please)
Rating: Blandly PG
Spoilers: No real spoilers besides a general Marvel ‘verse knowledge
Notes: Bonus if you can name all 5 mutants that Agent Coulson meets :)
Agent Phil Coulson stepped into the crowded, smoky room, taking stock of the local population. While it was a nice change of pace from his last posting in the desert, upstate New York had its own….charms. Locals were locals, no matter where you were.
He decided to just bite the bullet and made for the bar. Hopefully something worthwhile would be on tap - and maybe on special. As he stepped out of the doorway, a hand gripped his elbow.
“Ah! Alopecia - what a wonderful showing of a groovy genetic mutation.” Coulson looked at the slightly inebriated man attached to his elbow. He seemed very young, and very drunk, especially for 8pm. Plus he seemed to have crawled out of the 1960’s, hair, elbow padded jacket and all. Coulson raised his eyebrow.
“Really? You decided to use my slightly receding hairline as your pick up line? I’m touched.” Ice probably seemed warm compared to his tone. The hand at his elbow dropped away. “Uhh…that always worked much better before the internet.” The man’s blue eye’s suddenly turned an interesting shade of yellow. “Well, enjoy your night!” With that, the young man turned away and beat a hasty retreat out the door.
Coulson shook his head and continued toward the bar. A fight broke out at the only pool table and a punch was thrown. A burly man with huge sideburns fell into Coulson’s path, only to spring up and catch his eye. “Hey bub, you lookin’ for a little trouble? ‘Cause after I show ol’ boy some manners, I’d be happy to show you around” The saucy wink that followed was enough alone to raise Coulson’s eyebrows, beside being paired with that line. Luckily, the bouncer was showing both men out, so he wouldn’t need to actually fend off that advance.
Keeping on his path Coulson squeezed into the space along the bar. A redhead in his - well, anywhere from 40 to 60, given his unusually smooth face - was there, nursing a beer and apparently watching the game. Coulson signaled the bartender for a Newcastle and nods at his neighbor. A nod and grunt and there’s that. Coulson’s almost relieved. At least one person in here is being normal. The bartender is a beautiful African woman, judging by her accent, with striking white hair. She smiles and flirts aimlessly with Coulson, which is also a norm he accepts. Her job is based on tips, and most guys tip more if the pretty girl flirts with them.
Coulson sits straight up in his seat with a start. His ‘normal’ neighbor has found a new resting place for his hand, which happens to be in the agent’s back pocket. He gives the man a sharp look, but it’s like watching a statue. He shifts, but to no avail. He grabs his beer, nods at the bartender and throws down a ten. His quick exit barely ruffles his ‘admirer’s’ demeanor, but the hand falls away as his moves toward the far booths.
A handsome man with dark hair and sunglasses occupies one of the tables. He glances up at Coulson with interest and the beginnings of a ‘come hither’ look when the burly dude from earlier charges back into the bar hollering “Scooter, you’d better get your ass in gear! I ain’t takin’ no shit from Charles about forgettin’ you again!” The dark headed man blushed an intense scarlet and rapidly removed himself from the booth. Coulson shrugged his shoulders at him and quickly took his seat. Hey, a booth’s a booth.
As he raised his beer to his mouth, a figure slid in the seat across from him. “How did you end up here? I’ve been in every little town up and down the coast looking for you and you’re right in Xavier’s back yard.”
Coulson raised his eyebrow. “Xavier’s back yard? I just stopped here on my way back from a mess with the Consultant. I didn’t even realize I was that far north until I stopped.”
Clint raised his eyebrow in response. “And you didn’t think anything odd about the patrons - or even name of this bar?” At Coulson’s perplexed glance, Clint snickered. “Honey, you are sitting in the only adult venture Xavier’s made in his life - welcome to Utopia”
Coulson could only stare blankly. Of course - hence the abundance of mutants…and the possible reason for his sudden popularity with the mostly male population. Only he would pick the mutant gay bar for an end of the night drink.
Clint snickered again, louder this time. “Don’t worry ‘Daddy’ - I’ll protect you!” Phil began to chuckle. “Of course you will sweetheart - you’re a very, very possessive little boy.” With a wink and a grin, he stood and grabbed Clint by the arm. As they made their way out of the bar, Phil stopped to give Clint a once-over.
“And this is the outfit you drove all the way up the coast in? Leather jacket and ridiculous tight jeans? You must really think I’m dense.” With that, he twisted Clint around into a perfect dip and kissed him soundly. Silence reigned for a whole minute before cheers were heard around the bar. When he righted him, Phil laughed and winked at Clint again.
“Let’s go lover. Something tells me you’ll have more to say in a private setting.”
Author: Billystarpip
Summary: How Alex and Darwin actually got to know each other
Recipient: smaragdbird
Request Used: Havok/Darwin, they never say anything but everyone who spends more than ten minutes around them can easily tell that they're head over heels for each other, bonus points for including the rest of the First Class cast
Rating: A disappointing PG-13…. Sorry, but they just weren’t cooperating with me!
Spoilers: First Class
Notes: I had fun writing these two - hope you enjoy!
When Charles and Erik dropped Alex off at the CIA base, he was more than a little un-nerved. Who were these guys - mutants who worked for the government? Who’d believe that - and that they got him out of prison on top of it? He tried to settle down in the long room he’d been taken to, but was jumpy from the new noises and sounds. Narrow, with multiple beds lined along the wall, night stands separating them, gave him little to work with. He threw his stuff in one of the footlockers and just sprawled out on a random bed. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself, when he heard the bed next to him squeak. He turned his head and saw a thin African-American man sitting the next bed over. Alex quickly tried to cover his movement and pretend he was asleep. A deep chuckle showed that his ruse was useless.
Alex decided to get the introductions over so he could possibly escape the other man. “Who are you?” The other man laughed again - a nice laugh, but who likes being laughed at?
“Name’s Darwin. Yours?” Alex glared before responding, “Alex.” There, introductions made, hopefully now ‘Darwin’ would go back to whatever he was doing and Alex could get back to his contemplation of his eyelids.
More rustling from the other bed. Damn, that wasn’t going to go the way he wanted either. Oh well…who stuck around to talk to a guy who didn’t respond? Alex figured he had another 15, tops 30 minutes of interactions before this ‘Darwin’ gave up.
Suddenly, the rustling was on his bed. Alex’s eyes flew open as he realized that Darwin had stood up and sat down on the edge of HIS bed. What the heck? Alex just stared up at him, trying to give off both a “don’t mess with me” look and hide his initial urge to scream like a little girl.
Darwin just smirked down at him. “Dude, we are here for the next week, whether we like it or not. It’s just you and me over here. Down the hall there’s supposedly a couple chicks, and even further in there’s another guy, but he like works here or something. Might as well get used to me.”
Alex just stared at him like he was speaking Swahili. There were others here like him? Well, not LIKE him, but who did weird shit too? Fuck, it sounds like those guys really were recruiting mutants for the government. Holy shit. Alex shook his head, as if to clear it, and hopefully wake back up in his nice, safe, solitary cell.
Darwin actually laughed at that one. “Where’d they find you? I was drivin’ a taxi in NYC when these two slick dudes hop in the back and ask me to drive them to Richmond, Virginia. All of a sudden, one of them turns the meter on with no hands and the other guy’s got me seeing drag queens right and left!” He stopped talking and laughed at the memory, definitely caught up in the moment. Alex eyed him warily. Who laughed at drag queens?
He poked Alex in the shoulder. “So, what’s your story?” Alex thought about that. Not quite sure if he was ready to drop the “they got me released from prison” bit just yet. “Nothing quite that….fun? They came and got me from the place I was stayin’, said they could use me, and then dropped me here.” Alex hadn’t needed the side show to get him motivated to join. While he wasn’t sure about being out in public again, he couldn’t really argue against leavin’ prison.
Darwin nodded his head thoughtfully. “I hear ya. Didn’t really take much to get me along for the ride either!” With that, he stood up from the bed and reached out a hand to Alex. “Enough chitchat. Time to eat! Even if it’s only cafeteria food.” That part was said with an exaggerated sigh, almost as if he was expected to despair about the food.
Alex eyed the hand warily, before reaching up to grab it. He sat up and followed Darwin out of the room and into the maze of hallways. A lesson he’d learned even before prison was never pass up a meal - especially if it was free. They twisted through this hallway and that and Alex was pretty sure he’d NEVER find his way back by the time they reached a huge room filled with tables and chairs. A quiet self serve line was again one wall, which seemed to be stocked with cold sandwiches and salads. Definitely better that his usual try of hot mush shoved through a door and leaps and bounds better that anything he had before prison.
They quickly grabbed trays and filled up before grabbing a table away from the door. Alex made sure to keep his back as much to a wall as possible, in case the others decided to show up. He hated being taken by surprise, especially in a new environment. Darwin was thankfully silent during lunch, eating with an economy of movement that Alex could appreciate from a lifetime ago. Doesn’t really matter what you looked like, a kid who knew to keep quiet and eat fast was a kid who’d had a rough life already.
When they finished, Darwin stood up and gestured for Alex to follow. Since he’d already decided he was beyond lost, another field trip with the guy who knew where he was going was fine with him. They ended up in another room with chairs, but less tables, and surprisingly a pinball machine. Alex tried not to let his excitement show, but knew he failed. This was the only thing he’d ever been able to play throughout his whole life and seeing one here was like seeing an old friend.
Darwin settled in on one of the chairs and gestured for Alex to have at the game. “I’m shit at playin’ those things. Why don’t you have a go?” Alex shrugged his shoulders, but knew that he was caught. “I suppose a game couldn’t hurt.”
Alex stepped up and was transformed back into an eight year old boy, standing in front of the old pinball at the local arcade. He drew back the launcher and jumped headfirst into muscle memory. The flippers came to life and points started racking up. Extra balls were launched and controlled, the game becoming alight with buzzes and beeps and noise. Darwin had moved from his spot across the room to leaning against it, watching in amazement as Alex took the score higher and higher.
When he was finished, Alex leaned back from the machine and finally saw his surroundings. A small blush crossed his cheeks as he saw Darwin’s face. “What?” he said with a harsh tone. “Not a damned thing man…not a damned thing!” Darwin responded.
Alex sighed. “Look, it’s easy. Come here, I’ll show you.” He gestured for Darwin to come around the front of the machine and take his spot. “It’s all about thinking just a little bit forward. The ball only goes one speed, so you just need to keep an eye on it to make sure it doesn’t get away from you.” Darwin eyed him suspiciously. “If you say so brother.”
Alex watched him try…and try…and try again. Each time was almost worse, which just blew his mind. How was he not getting this?! After the last ball fell down the slot, Alex had it. “Come on! It is NOT hard!” He muscled his way right into Darwin’s space, grabbing his hand to depress the lever again and putting Darwin’s hands under his on the flappers. “You just have to do this! And then one like this! And then…” his brain caught up with the rest of him. He had Darwin pinned against the machine, hands on the flappers, and his groin was in his ass. Alex backed off immediately, hands up, trying to fix this situation.
“Woah man, fuck, uh, not sure what happened there.” Darwin had turned his head to watch Alex over his shoulder, body still against the machine. Alex was steadily backing up, putting as much space between them as possible.
“Where you goin’? I was just getting the hang of it.” Alex stopped short. Darwin’s face was impassive, showing no emotions, but his body was definitely sending signals. Alex blinked, making sure he was reading the situation right. Darwin just waited, standing there with his hips cocked, eyes barely hooded, daring Alex to keep walking away.
“Uhhh….” What a comeback. Alex shook his head. Now he KNEW this was a dream. He’d wake up in a minute, hands crammed down his government issue pants and cuss himself stupid for even making this up. But, until he did, he was going to enjoy this.
He walked back up and put his hands back over Darwin’s. “Go ahead and start the game” he said softly in his ear. Darwin’s only acknowledgement was a barely perceptible nod and pulling the lever. The game started up and the two of them started to play. Alex worked to keep Darwin’s game going while Darwin seemed to do everything in his power to distract Alex. He arched his neck, rolled to the backs of his heels, putting pressure on Alex’s groin. Alex grinned to himself and played on. He hadn’t had this much fun playing in a LONG time.
Alex decided to up the ante by sneaking a quick bite onto Darwin’s neck. The body in front of him almost relaxed after that and drove the stakes even higher. He pushed back with his ass, then bounced on the balls of his feet, giving Alex a perfect opportunity to feel what he was missing. Then he shifted his neck from side to side, not only making Alex work harder to keep the balls in play, but give him ample time to nibble on that gorgeous neck.
The game abruptly stopped when Darwin yanked his hands out from under Alex’s and turned around to face him. Alex was about to back up again when Darwin mumbled “oh no you don’t” and grabbed his face for a heated kiss. Now this part Alex knew he hadn’t dreamed up - his psyche wasn’t that cruel. He closed his eyes and gave in, bringing his hands up to clamp on Darwin’s waist as he took control of the kiss.
They stumbled back until they reached one of the larger arm chairs. Darwin shoved Alex down in it and dropped to the floor in front of him. Belts flew and zippers were manhandled out of the way as the two men made short work of pants and distractions.
An hour later, both of them exhausted but sated, with all clothing back in place, they headed back to their room. Alex had to smirk inwardly. What started out as a weird day turned into one of the best of his life….now, how to convince Darwin that this was an experience that needed repeating?
Title: So an Agent walks into a bar…
Author: Billystarpip
Summary: When Agent Coulson has a little downtime after a meeting with the Consultant, his choice of local bars makes for an interesting evening…
Recipient: smaragdbird
Request Used: Five mutants who flirted with Agent Coulson and the one human who got him (let the human be Hawkeye please)
Rating: Blandly PG
Spoilers: No real spoilers besides a general Marvel ‘verse knowledge
Notes: Bonus if you can name all 5 mutants that Agent Coulson meets :)
Agent Phil Coulson stepped into the crowded, smoky room, taking stock of the local population. While it was a nice change of pace from his last posting in the desert, upstate New York had its own….charms. Locals were locals, no matter where you were.
He decided to just bite the bullet and made for the bar. Hopefully something worthwhile would be on tap - and maybe on special. As he stepped out of the doorway, a hand gripped his elbow.
“Ah! Alopecia - what a wonderful showing of a groovy genetic mutation.” Coulson looked at the slightly inebriated man attached to his elbow. He seemed very young, and very drunk, especially for 8pm. Plus he seemed to have crawled out of the 1960’s, hair, elbow padded jacket and all. Coulson raised his eyebrow.
“Really? You decided to use my slightly receding hairline as your pick up line? I’m touched.” Ice probably seemed warm compared to his tone. The hand at his elbow dropped away. “Uhh…that always worked much better before the internet.” The man’s blue eye’s suddenly turned an interesting shade of yellow. “Well, enjoy your night!” With that, the young man turned away and beat a hasty retreat out the door.
Coulson shook his head and continued toward the bar. A fight broke out at the only pool table and a punch was thrown. A burly man with huge sideburns fell into Coulson’s path, only to spring up and catch his eye. “Hey bub, you lookin’ for a little trouble? ‘Cause after I show ol’ boy some manners, I’d be happy to show you around” The saucy wink that followed was enough alone to raise Coulson’s eyebrows, beside being paired with that line. Luckily, the bouncer was showing both men out, so he wouldn’t need to actually fend off that advance.
Keeping on his path Coulson squeezed into the space along the bar. A redhead in his - well, anywhere from 40 to 60, given his unusually smooth face - was there, nursing a beer and apparently watching the game. Coulson signaled the bartender for a Newcastle and nods at his neighbor. A nod and grunt and there’s that. Coulson’s almost relieved. At least one person in here is being normal. The bartender is a beautiful African woman, judging by her accent, with striking white hair. She smiles and flirts aimlessly with Coulson, which is also a norm he accepts. Her job is based on tips, and most guys tip more if the pretty girl flirts with them.
Coulson sits straight up in his seat with a start. His ‘normal’ neighbor has found a new resting place for his hand, which happens to be in the agent’s back pocket. He gives the man a sharp look, but it’s like watching a statue. He shifts, but to no avail. He grabs his beer, nods at the bartender and throws down a ten. His quick exit barely ruffles his ‘admirer’s’ demeanor, but the hand falls away as his moves toward the far booths.
A handsome man with dark hair and sunglasses occupies one of the tables. He glances up at Coulson with interest and the beginnings of a ‘come hither’ look when the burly dude from earlier charges back into the bar hollering “Scooter, you’d better get your ass in gear! I ain’t takin’ no shit from Charles about forgettin’ you again!” The dark headed man blushed an intense scarlet and rapidly removed himself from the booth. Coulson shrugged his shoulders at him and quickly took his seat. Hey, a booth’s a booth.
As he raised his beer to his mouth, a figure slid in the seat across from him. “How did you end up here? I’ve been in every little town up and down the coast looking for you and you’re right in Xavier’s back yard.”
Coulson raised his eyebrow. “Xavier’s back yard? I just stopped here on my way back from a mess with the Consultant. I didn’t even realize I was that far north until I stopped.”
Clint raised his eyebrow in response. “And you didn’t think anything odd about the patrons - or even name of this bar?” At Coulson’s perplexed glance, Clint snickered. “Honey, you are sitting in the only adult venture Xavier’s made in his life - welcome to Utopia”
Coulson could only stare blankly. Of course - hence the abundance of mutants…and the possible reason for his sudden popularity with the mostly male population. Only he would pick the mutant gay bar for an end of the night drink.
Clint snickered again, louder this time. “Don’t worry ‘Daddy’ - I’ll protect you!” Phil began to chuckle. “Of course you will sweetheart - you’re a very, very possessive little boy.” With a wink and a grin, he stood and grabbed Clint by the arm. As they made their way out of the bar, Phil stopped to give Clint a once-over.
“And this is the outfit you drove all the way up the coast in? Leather jacket and ridiculous tight jeans? You must really think I’m dense.” With that, he twisted Clint around into a perfect dip and kissed him soundly. Silence reigned for a whole minute before cheers were heard around the bar. When he righted him, Phil laughed and winked at Clint again.
“Let’s go lover. Something tells me you’ll have more to say in a private setting.”