Scene from my FtM!Clint Headcanon
Rating: T+ (For language mostly)
Author's Note: This started as a really cracky idea i had and posted on the avengerkink journal that got out of hand until I had serious case of head canon. I posted a bit on tumblr and figured I need to post it as a fill sort of thing somewhere. So, tada! The plan is for this to eventually be clint/coulson, just fyi.
1. when he got recruited to SHIELD, no one realized until he’d come in that he was FtM b/c it’s been so long. (This one is a little a la Mulan)
Agent Phil Coulson stood outside Barton’s room, waiting for Medical Agent Sams to finish sewing up the bullet wound (that Phil had put there). SHIELD wasn’t going to be happy aboutit to start with, but in time, he was sure that the marksman he’d laid up would make a great agent. If he ever got into talk to the man. Phil knew he was risky some fingers or an eye by doing this (one of the many Fury-based rumors was this was how he lost the eye), but he leaned in the private room’s open door, through the curtain pulled across, “What exactly is taking so…long?”
Phil stopped mid-sentence when he saw that the nurse was helping Barton remove a bandage from his chest. As soon as he’d started talking, both the nurse and Barton froze, a death glare and fright in their faces, respectively. The bandage was more or less off and left little to the imagination as Phil saw the soft curves of breasts beneath the piece the Barton was now holding against him(her?)self.
“Agent Coulson! If you could leave to get the three of us some fucking coffee before who cluster fuck this anymore, I would be inclined not to accidentally give you aspirin instead of Vicodin next time you’re in my care.” Sams just glared at Coulson over his glasses. “There’s going to be a serious conversation about KEEPING OUT of rooms when you get back.”
Phil was too stunned to really comprehend much more than the “Get the fuck out” implied in Sams’ demand, and just back out of the room. He’d have to double check the file SHIELD had on Barton, because someone obviously has missed a major part of his(her?) history if no one at SHIELD had noticed this. But first, coffee.
Scene 2
Author's Note: This started as a really cracky idea i had and posted on the avengerkink journal that got out of hand until I had serious case of head canon. I posted a bit on tumblr and figured I need to post it as a fill sort of thing somewhere. So, tada! The plan is for this to eventually be clint/coulson, just fyi.
1. when he got recruited to SHIELD, no one realized until he’d come in that he was FtM b/c it’s been so long. (This one is a little a la Mulan)
Agent Phil Coulson stood outside Barton’s room, waiting for Medical Agent Sams to finish sewing up the bullet wound (that Phil had put there). SHIELD wasn’t going to be happy aboutit to start with, but in time, he was sure that the marksman he’d laid up would make a great agent. If he ever got into talk to the man. Phil knew he was risky some fingers or an eye by doing this (one of the many Fury-based rumors was this was how he lost the eye), but he leaned in the private room’s open door, through the curtain pulled across, “What exactly is taking so…long?”
Phil stopped mid-sentence when he saw that the nurse was helping Barton remove a bandage from his chest. As soon as he’d started talking, both the nurse and Barton froze, a death glare and fright in their faces, respectively. The bandage was more or less off and left little to the imagination as Phil saw the soft curves of breasts beneath the piece the Barton was now holding against him(her?)self.
“Agent Coulson! If you could leave to get the three of us some fucking coffee before who cluster fuck this anymore, I would be inclined not to accidentally give you aspirin instead of Vicodin next time you’re in my care.” Sams just glared at Coulson over his glasses. “There’s going to be a serious conversation about KEEPING OUT of rooms when you get back.”
Phil was too stunned to really comprehend much more than the “Get the fuck out” implied in Sams’ demand, and just back out of the room. He’d have to double check the file SHIELD had on Barton, because someone obviously has missed a major part of his(her?) history if no one at SHIELD had noticed this. But first, coffee.
Scene 2