One man, or all mankind

Clint grinned at the prospect of having a full house of pups. Filling up his omega again and again. Adoring the full belly of his and taking care of his family. No, their family now. That was all that mattered now, taking care of what was his. “ We are going to have a big family. As big as we can make it. Spoil every one of them. God, you are going to be so beautiful with that full tummy.” He moaned softly as he continued to rub over Phil’s stomach possessively.  Clint sent marked Phil every place he could. Perhaps he couldn’t bond with him, but he could still claim him. 

Phil moaned softly as Clint brushed his hands reverently over his still flat stomach that would soon enough swell with their pup, arching up a little off of the bed into his touch. The omega almost protested at the loss of his collar, but any dissent was immediately cut off when the archer set his mouth to work on kissing, nipping and worrying the spot where his bonding gland was, which he notice for some reason was now almost overwhelmingly responsive to the alpha hovering over him. Maybe it was the new hormones his body was producing for the pup, he speculated before all thought was wiped from his mind.

Clint felt the bonding mark raise and radiate heat underneath his ministrations.  It was different than  when he teased it in the past. He loved feeling his omega squirm underneath him. He loved his omega and every part of him, especially the little pup growing inside him.Making his omega feel amazing then it was all worth it to him. “Bite what?” 

Phil cried. Try as the omega might to resist the urge he couldn't help the soft choked sob of happiness that poured out of him as Clint made love to him. Made love to him, and the older man couldn't help but to think that this was the first time it had truly been making love and not sex, or just filling the primal need to fuck. This was beautiful, perfect, and Clint was whispering to him between thrusts how beautiful and perfect he was. And they could bond. Truly bond, he couldn't help tearing up. He'd never thought he might want to bond, but the possibility of never being able to do so with this man-the father of his pup (and perhaps even many more) had been heartbreaking.

"Phil, I think I found your television doppelganger."

The benefit of having already know the archer fairly well (Well besides somehow missing the obvious cues that Clint was actually interested in him) was that Phil already had some idea of what he might enjoy doing. The problem was that none of the ideas that immediately came to mind were explicitly a date, and could just as easily have been thought of as the two men hanging out after work, blowing off steam-something he could have been doing with him for some time now if he hadn’t been such an idiot. But for all his practicality and efficiency, while nobody would probably have guessed as much, when he wasn’t agent Coulson, when he could simply be Phil, the older man had a romantic streak a mile wide. And maybe the archer was already gone for him, but he wanted to romance Clint.

"You look good in just about anything," Phil blurted out quite before he could stop himself, a slight, but noticeable twinge of pink coloring his cheeks and the tips of his ears at his slip. Get it together, he scolded himself internally, you are a spy for godsakes you know how to keep your cool. But this was Clint Barton, the man he's been pining after for ages now, who he thought he'd never have a chance with, and he can't really help it, can he?

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"Then you and I should get along just fine," the agent nodded when the other man assured him he never hurt anyone if he didn't have to.

"Phil, I think I found your television doppelganger."

The benefit of having already know the archer fairly well (Well besides somehow missing the obvious cues that Clint was actually interested in him) was that Phil already had some idea of what he might enjoy doing. The problem was that none of the ideas that immediately came to mind were explicitly a date, and could just as easily have been thought of as the two men hanging out after work, blowing off steam-something he could have been doing with him for some time now if he hadn't been such an idiot. But for all his practicality and efficiency, while nobody would probably have guessed as much, when he wasn't agent Coulson, when he could simply be Phil, the older man had a romantic streak a mile wide. And maybe the archer was already gone for him, but he wanted to romance Clint.

Clint grinned at the prospect of having a full house of pups. Filling up his omega again and again. Adoring the full belly of his and taking care of his family. No, their family now. That was all that mattered now, taking care of what was his. “ We are going to have a big family. As big as we can make it. Spoil every one of them. God, you are going to be so beautiful with that full tummy.” He moaned softly as he continued to rub over Phil’s stomach possessively.  Clint sent marked Phil every place he could. Perhaps he couldn’t bond with him, but he could still claim him. 

Phil moaned softly as Clint brushed his hands reverently over his still flat stomach that would soon enough swell with their pup, arching up a little off of the bed into his touch. The omega almost protested at the loss of his collar, but any dissent was immediately cut off when the archer set his mouth to work on kissing, nipping and worrying the spot where his bonding gland was, which he notice for some reason was now almost overwhelmingly responsive to the alpha hovering over him. Maybe it was the new hormones his body was producing for the pup, he speculated before all thought was wiped from his mind.

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Phil nodded, pressing a single finger to his ear to activate his mic. "We found him. Start the engine, wheels up in 5. Tell our people on site and at the base to stand down, he's a non-combatant until he decides otherwise," the director instructed, hearing the other's unspoken dissent about the Winter Soldier not being an immediate threat to anyone, but knew she would get everyone to fall in line with his instructions.

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"It isn't some kind of a test I'm attempting to set you up to fail. When you figure out what it'll take to earn your trust, you let me know. Either way my people will help you gun or no, happily or begrudging because I tell them to, and they trust me," Phil replied unwavering even in the face of the other man's snarl. "But I understand," he nodded slowly pulling the gun back to himself and holstering it once more.

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Phil nodded, before pausing at the door that would lead them both away to freedom. "This is the last call. Once we're out this door you can come with me, and my pilot can take us both back to the bunker we've made our new home, or you can cut out of here."

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"Phil, I think I found your television doppelganger."

“Clint,” Phil interrupted as the archer suddenly began pulling away from their kiss and the older man’s embrace, scrubbing his face. Just a moment ago the blond had been telling him how he had been crushing on him for ages, and even if Phil was pretty sure he was much farther gone on Barton than that, the man had certainly been kissing back enthusiastically enough. No power on Earth was going to get him to give up and let this go now he knew he stood an actual chance. “Do you want to move to another team,” he asked voice patient, but steady, firm, already sure of the answer before he even looked at the other’s face. “Because that’s the only way that Natasha and I will ever let that happen, is if that’s what you want and you put in a request for it,” he assured him. “SHIELD doesn’t have any explicit rules against it so long as we can still conduct ourselves as professionals and get the job done. I just didn’t want to risk losing or hurting you, especially since I was sure you couldn’t feel that way about me,” he admitted, one hand reaching up to cup the other man’s cheek.

Clint’s state of duress over the impossibility of everything that he wanted faded as Phil called out his name. He forced himself to take a deep breath. He shook his head no in response, not trusting his voice at the moment. Moving to another team would be an absolute nightmare to him.  He’d dealt with other handlers in the past and it always ended up being with him digging himself into a large hole. Clint leaned into Phil’s hand and closed his eyes for a moment. His head was clouded with ridiculous amounts of what if’s and self doubt. When Phil spoke up again he forced himself to meet his eyes.  That smile him melt.

Phil watched as Clint seemed to finally pull himself together, leaning first into his touch against his cheek, before burrowing a little into the older man’s shoulder, finally finding the words to voice the root of his anxieties. “Well, let’s face it,” Phil smiled with the slightest hint of a chuckle in his voice. “You’ve always enjoyed toeing the lines a bit with ‘professional conduct’.” And of course if Phil was honest with himself he let him. Because despite his cheek on the comms, and his way of teasing and working his way under your skin as a kind of endearment… “At the end of the day you get the job done, and I haven’t once since your recruitment hesitated or ever regretted trusting you with my life,” he offered, giving voice to his thoughts.

Clint chuckled a bit at Phil observation. The hierarchy of Shield took a while for him to get used to. Eventually he learn not to challenge every single order given to him. How Phil was able to deal with him was beyond Clint. Back talking during operations was Clint’s favorite way to pass time. Talking about all this stuff was exhausting. He’d only said about two sentences,but placing his concerns into words took a lot more effort than it was probably worth. He was trying to help make his crush into an actual relationship and he prayed to whatever deity that it was evident to Phil. 

There was nothing more rewarding to Clint than watching his omega preen underneath his touches. The knowledge of knowing that he could make his omega happy with just simple touches meant a world to him. Satisfying and spoiling his omega was the best thing in the world. If time and money would have allowed him to, he would spoil Phil every single moment he could. 

“I know you will,” Phil whispered, nestling his face into the other man’s neck as he wrapped his arms around the archer while he carried him back to his bedroom. “I trust you,” he added softer still, but definitely loud enough for the alpha to hear it. Given the way the two of them had met and started off it was quite the thing to say, but the moment the words left the omega’s mouth he knew it was true. He did trust that Clint would take care of him, would treat him right and like an equal now. There was an ever so slight unspoken plea that the archer wouldn’t hurt or take advantage of that, but the anxiety that would normally have accompanied such a thought was slim to none, and waning by the minute as the blond held, touched and kissed all over his body.

Clint wasted no time slipping the both of them out of the rest of their garments. Clothes were just a hassle at the moment and Clint was more than happy to get them out of the way.  Clint lips moved back up, chasing after Phil’s lips now. His hands eagerly re explored his omegas body. He felt up Phil’s sides and legs before paying special attention to his stomach. Clint gently rubbed at the skin. 

"Just for you," the omega nodded echoing the words back to the blond where he hovered above him, ghosting his fingers across his skin in a way that threatened to be his undoing. "Only you. Yours," he affirmed between shallow breaths and kisses.

"Phil, I think I found your television doppelganger."

“Clint,” Phil interrupted as the archer suddenly began pulling away from their kiss and the older man’s embrace, scrubbing his face. Just a moment ago the blond had been telling him how he had been crushing on him for ages, and even if Phil was pretty sure he was much farther gone on Barton than that, the man had certainly been kissing back enthusiastically enough. No power on Earth was going to get him to give up and let this go now he knew he stood an actual chance. “Do you want to move to another team,” he asked voice patient, but steady, firm, already sure of the answer before he even looked at the other’s face. “Because that’s the only way that Natasha and I will ever let that happen, is if that’s what you want and you put in a request for it,” he assured him. “SHIELD doesn’t have any explicit rules against it so long as we can still conduct ourselves as professionals and get the job done. I just didn’t want to risk losing or hurting you, especially since I was sure you couldn’t feel that way about me,” he admitted, one hand reaching up to cup the other man’s cheek.

Clint’s state of duress over the impossibility of everything that he wanted faded as Phil called out his name. He forced himself to take a deep breath. He shook his head no in response, not trusting his voice at the moment. Moving to another team would be an absolute nightmare to him.  He’d dealt with other handlers in the past and it always ended up being with him digging himself into a large hole. Clint leaned into Phil’s hand and closed his eyes for a moment. His head was clouded with ridiculous amounts of what if’s and self doubt. When Phil spoke up again he forced himself to meet his eyes.  That smile him melt.

Phil watched as Clint seemed to finally pull himself together, leaning first into his touch against his cheek, before burrowing a little into the older man's shoulder, finally finding the words to voice the root of his anxieties. "Well, let's face it," Phil smiled with the slightest hint of a chuckle in his voice. "You've always enjoyed toeing the lines a bit with 'professional conduct'." And of course if Phil was honest with himself he let him. Because despite his cheek on the comms, and his way of teasing and working his way under your skin as a kind of endearment... "At the end of the day you get the job done, and I haven't once since your recruitment hesitated or ever regretted trusting you with my life," he offered, giving voice to his thoughts.

“See,” Phil nodded as they made their way out of the facility. “You can make decisions for yourself without answering to anyone else. Nobody will touch you unless you want and give them permission to,” he agreed. “You have my word on that.” Admittedly, that probably wasn’t much of a reassurance since he didn’t really know the Director from Adam, and had ever reason in the world to be suspicious of SHIELD since it had unwittingly housed Hydra for so many years. Still, Phil had been good to his word so far about letting the other free from his confines and prison, and helping him to escape.

"Phil, I think I found your television doppelganger."

“Clint,” Phil interrupted as the archer suddenly began pulling away from their kiss and the older man’s embrace, scrubbing his face. Just a moment ago the blond had been telling him how he had been crushing on him for ages, and even if Phil was pretty sure he was much farther gone on Barton than that, the man had certainly been kissing back enthusiastically enough. No power on Earth was going to get him to give up and let this go now he knew he stood an actual chance. “Do you want to move to another team,” he asked voice patient, but steady, firm, already sure of the answer before he even looked at the other’s face. “Because that’s the only way that Natasha and I will ever let that happen, is if that’s what you want and you put in a request for it,” he assured him. “SHIELD doesn’t have any explicit rules against it so long as we can still conduct ourselves as professionals and get the job done. I just didn’t want to risk losing or hurting you, especially since I was sure you couldn’t feel that way about me,” he admitted, one hand reaching up to cup the other man’s cheek.

There was nothing more rewarding to Clint than watching his omega preen underneath his touches. The knowledge of knowing that he could make his omega happy with just simple touches meant a world to him. Satisfying and spoiling his omega was the best thing in the world. If time and money would have allowed him to, he would spoil Phil every single moment he could. 

“I know you will,” Phil whispered, nestling his face into the other man’s neck as he wrapped his arms around the archer while he carried him back to his bedroom. “I trust you,” he added softer still, but definitely loud enough for the alpha to hear it. Given the way the two of them had met and started off it was quite the thing to say, but the moment the words left the omega’s mouth he knew it was true. He did trust that Clint would take care of him, would treat him right and like an equal now. There was an ever so slight unspoken plea that the archer wouldn’t hurt or take advantage of that, but the anxiety that would normally have accompanied such a thought was slim to none, and waning by the minute as the blond held, touched and kissed all over his body.