Avengers MCU FIC: "I Hope You Like It..."
Title: "I Hope You Like It..."
Author: Last Winter Rose
Characters: Clint Barton(Hawkeye), Agent Phil Coulson, and Agent Sitwell
Pairing: Agent Arrow
Word Count: 1,286
Rating: PG13
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): Slight adult contact and mention of sexual actions but nothing too bad.
Author's Notes: This was written for writerverse Challenge #36: Phase Amnesty and 12_stories using the prompt Anniversary. Also this is suppose to be taking place before 'Avengers' and 'Winter Soldier'.
Summary: Phil get Clint a gift for their anniversaries and he just want to thank him for it.
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Clint walked through the halls of the S.H.I.E.L.D. base. He stopped at every room and glanced inside before moving on. He had searched the whole base but so far he couldn't find the agent that he was looking for.
“Barton!”
Clint turned at his name but it wasn't who he was looking for. He nodded, “Sitwell.”
Sitwell stopped in front of him. “You were looking for Coulson, right?” Clint nodded again. “I just saw him heading to the shooting range.” He pointed over his shoulder back down the hall. “I tried to let him know that you were looking for him but he didn't stop when I called his name.”
Clint looked back the way he came, “Thanks.” He nodded one last time before he headed to the shooting range, wondering what Phil would be doing there. Phil wasn't the kind of agent that went to the range for fun, he normally only went there when he had work to do or if he needed to test Clint on something but none of those things should be going on that day. It was a spacial day and Fury, much to Clint's shock, had given both of them the day off from any mission or reports. He hoped that Phil didn't forget about it but he couldn't really believe that Phil would have, since he was the one normally reminded Clint of things; most of their anniversaries.
He rounded the corner to the hall with the work out rooms, towards the back of the base. On the right was the gym and training rooms, and on the left was one door, the door to the shooting range. Clint frowned as he got closer to the door, normally he could hear the guns going off beyond the wall but the range was silent. He slowed, wondering if Phil was still there or not but he still reached out opened the door.
Most of the light were off but for the ones towards the far end of the range. “Phil!?” Clint shouted but there was no answer. He slowly entered the room and started towards the lights. “Phil! Are you in here!?” There was still no answer but Clint could feel that there was someone in the room with him, it was just one of his things.
Once he got closer, he realized that it was just one light that was on; the light in the very last stall. He slowed as he got closer and leaned around the wall of the stall. He didn't know what to say to what he found. There in the stall was Phil, he was leaning against the wall and sitting on the counter leading to the target area was a present wrapped in black paper with a purple ribbon. Clint smiled, with the shape of the box, he was pretty sure that he knew what it was.
"Agent Barton," Phil greeted him as he entered the stall.
"You know Phil, if you wanted to get me alone in a dark room, you could have just asked." He placed his hands on Phil's hips and leaned forwards to gave him a kiss but Phil pulled back at the last second.
"None of that, otherwise we'll never make it to the dinner that Pepper was able to booked for us. She had to call in a lot of favors and I would hate to waste that."
Clint nodded with a grin, "Alright, rain check then and I'm holding you to it." He glanced at the box. "So if you didn't get me here for that, why did you get me here?"
"For my first gifts to you."
Clint got confused, "What do you mean 'first gift'?”
Phil grinned. "Well, we are celebrating two anniversaries today.”
Clint mentally slapped himself in the face. It wasn't just their one year anniversary of them officially being together but it was also their two years anniversary from their first mission. The day that Phil was assigned as Clint's handler in the field. He had been so busy with coming up with something for one year that he had forgotten about the other one.
“It's okay if you forgot,” Phil said as he moved away from Clint and picked up the box.
“Forget. I didn't forget, I just....” he couldn't think of anything to say and he knew that Phil would know if he lied so he didn't even try. “Okay, so I forgot but I'll make it up to you.”
“That's a rain check that I'll hold you to.” Phil said. He turned and handed Clint the box. “Here, happy anniversary Clint. I hope you like it.”
Clint took the box, “If it's coming from you, you know I'll love it.”
“Well, Stark helped me make it so I would hold that comment until you open the box.”
Clint moved to the counter and set the box back down. He eyed it at the mention of the billionaire's name but he slowly started unwrapping it, not really wanting to rip any of the paper. It was the same color as he uniform and he could only guess how hard for Phil it was to find do that. It's not often that one finds black wrapping paper. Once the paper was gone, he lift the lid of the box and he didn't fight the smile that spread across his face.
“Phil...”
“Do you still like it?” Phil moved up behind Clint, wrapped an arm around his waist and rested his chin on the Clint's shoulder.
Clint now understood why Phil had gotten him to the range. He picked up the bow and slowly turned it in his hands, studying every inch of it. It was a collapsible bow, much like his current bow but there was a few differences. The first thing was that instead of just being black, it was black with a dark purple trim to it and it was a lot lighter than he bow. He couldn't tell what it was made out of but if Stark had anything to do with it he was sure it would hold up to anything even with it's light weight. It still had the selector and transmitter for his quiver and the laser sight but there was also a small button on the side of it that his bow he didn't have. He glanced at Phil and the agent just smiled. So he pushed it. A small screen popped out of the side by the sight and Clint realized why all of the lights were turned down or off. It was a night version. Clint stared at Phil, he wasn't sure why they added that to the bow, he had his glasses to use.
Phil seemed to read his mind, “It's for if you lose your glasses during a battle. As long as you have your bow you'll still have a when to see in the dark.”
Clint set the bow back in the box, turned and took Phil in his arms. He leaned down and rested their foreheads together. “Are you sure we don't have time?”
“I'll take it that you like your gift. Well, I had planned on you trying out your new bow but if you want to take this back to the bedroom....” Clint pulled him closer into a quick kiss and cut him off. When he pulled back, Phil pulled his arm free and glanced at his watch. “We have about an hour before we should get going.”
Clint smiled before he grabbed the box in one hand and took Phil's hand in his other, and started for the door. “That's more than enough time.”
Fin