https://archiveofourown.org/series/65723 Instructions for Assembly (Some Parts Sold Separately), MCU & Young Avengers, Tony/Pepper/Steve Billy/Teddy Kate/Tommy, Number of Works 7 , WIP
https://archiveofourown.org/series/426973 Peter Parker's Home for the Wayward Villain, A series of AU-ish fics centered around Peter and the various Marvel villains he adopts, Spideypool Stucky and other pairings, WIP, Number of Works 3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/2737832/chapters/6135923 The Health Benefits and Damages of Being an Avenger, Clint/Phil Peter/Wade, WIP
https://archiveofourown.org/works/8494792/chapters/19467136 Zero Summer, MCU & Young Avengers, Bucky/Steve Riley/Sam Teddy/Billy Kate/America, WIP
https://archiveofourown.org/works/10067948/chapters/22435160 There's A Million Things I Haven't Done, MCU & Young Avengers, Teddy/Billy, WIP
https://archiveofourown.org/works/8026210/chapters/18377527 Lost Boys, MCU & Young Avengers & House of M, Teddy/Billy, WIP
https://archiveofourown.org/series/284166 Assembly Line (or Why It's a Lot Harder than Steve Thought to Recruit New Members), Daredevil & MCU & Young Avenegrs & Jessica Jones, WIP, Peter/Mary J Steve/Karen Teddy/Billy
https://archiveofourown.org/series/369068 The Way Things Ought to Be, MCU & Agents of Shield & Young Avengers, WIP, Wanda/Vision Scott/Sam Clint/Laura/Phil Steve/Tony Teddy/Billy
https://archiveofourown.org/works/3639240/chapters/8039562 A Wolf in the Fold, Complete, MCU & Young Avengers & Agents of Shield, Clint/Phil Bucky/Steve Teddy/Billy, AU Werewolves
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15234426/chapters/35334222 a new start, WIP, Young Aengers & MCU, Teddy/Billy Kate/America David/Tommy
https://archiveofourown.org/works/12748416/chapters/29078346 Reckless, WIP, MCU & Young Avengers, Teddy/Billy America/OFC
https://archiveofourown.org/works/7669591/chapters/17466499 One Cloud Feels Lonely, Complete, Part 1 of Series, MCU & Young Avengers, Steve/Billy T'Challa/Sam Teddy/Billy Kate/America
https://archiveofourown.org/works/2697515/chapters/6037025 Choldren's Crusade, MCU & Young Avengers, Complete, Part 1 of series, Clint/Phil Teddy/Billy Kate/Eli, past rape/non-con
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15240198/chapters/35347905 The Dust is Bothering My Allergies, WIP, MCU & Young Avengers, Scott/Hope Teddy/Billy
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11056590/chapters/24652221 Young Avengers Assemble, MCU & Young Avengers & The Runaways, WIP, Bucky/Steve Teddy/Billy Kate/America, WIP
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“You have spent the last three years believing that your partner, your handler, was dead. This should make everything just that little bit sweeter. I have a new plan. It’s time we made a little film for the Avengers and Agent Coulson.”
Clint Barton, Hawkeye, Avenger, former SHIELD agent, has been kidnapped. Again. For the hundredth futzing time. (Why is it never Natasha?)
But this is different. Clint’s kidnapper only wants information on a long dead man. Phil Coulson. The same one who died three years ago. Clint would be more worried about possible torture if he could think straight.
(If Phil is alive, Clint’s gonna kill him.)
In this chapter, Phil and Clint have to deal with their wounds. And maybe come up with an escape plan.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“You have spent the last three years believing that your partner, your handler, was dead. This should make everything just that little bit sweeter. I have a new plan. It’s time we made a little film for the Avengers and Agent Coulson.”
Clint Barton, Hawkeye, Avenger, former SHIELD agent, has been kidnapped. Again. For the hundredth futzing time. (Why is it never Natasha?)
But this is different. Clint’s kidnapper only wants information on a long dead man. Phil Coulson. The same one who died three years ago. Clint would be more worried about possible torture if he could think straight.
To any Clint Barton blogs out there, what are some good fics on Ao3 that are Clint/Phil , specifically Phil recruiting Clint to shield? They can be romantically together or not. And it can be dom/sub relationship or not. I just love reading fics about them first meeting. Thanks!
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Characters: Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor
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Summary: 1,948
Clint Barton, agent of SHIELD, woke panting and covered in a cold sweat in his room. He disentangled himself from his sheets and made his way into the bathroom and stared at his reflection. There were deep bags under his eyes and the light sheen of sweat that covered his body was clearly visible under the harsh lights.
It’s been several months since the Battle of New York and since Clint lost the love of his life. And he is not coping well at all. Thankfully, his friends aren’t going to let him mope. Not for too much longer anyway.
This is the story of Clint learning how to live with what he’d done and what he’d lost.
Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, Canon-typical violence, messed up Clint, Grief
Clint drew back the string on his bow and took less than a second to aim. He watched the arrow fly towards the target and smirked when the arrow hit dead centre. He moved forward as he drew and notched another arrow, aimed, loosed, and kept moving.
The obstacle course had been designed by SHIELD's training department so that medical could test how Clint was healing from his gunshot wound. So far, so good. They had started him out with an overall medical before moving on to focus entirely on his shoulder. Almost two hours after they had started and Clint was finally using his bow. Apparently, they had needed to make sure that he could still throw a punch with his left. None of the trainers had been willing to test him personally, and so they had somehow convinced Natasha to do it for them. She now stood with the medical and training staff watching him with narrowed eyes.
Clint moved through the course easily and continued to hit the target every time. However, every time he pulled the bow taut the muscles in his shoulder screamed out in protest. He was forced to bite back a cry of pain each time and focused on aiming and moving. He knew that the staff would be watching him on their screens from the monitoring platform above him, but he could feel Natasha's eyes on him, scrutinizing his every move. Clint ignored her in favour of dropping into a forward roll and loosing another arrow when he came to a stop ten feet away from the final target. The arrow whistled through the air and stuck, quivering, into the heart of the cardboard man.
Clint rolled to his feet, grinning, and waved his fingers at Natasha, who debased herself enough to smile back. He made his way out of the training area and took the stairs to the monitoring platform two at a time. All he wanted was to pass the medical so that he would be allowed his bow back -- which is why he hadn't once cried out in pain. They'd have made him wait another week at least.
'You're in pain,' Natasha said when he reached her.
You think,' Natasha said softly and turned towards the medical staff. Clint rolled his eyes but turned his attention to the medics anyway.
'Your aim is fine -'
'Perfect,' Clint interrupted. The doctor ignored him.
'... though it seemed like you pulling a little harder than you normally do. I'm assuming there's still some stiffness?'
'I suppose.' Clint shrugged and managed to hide a wince. Natasha shot him a dubious look.
'That will pass. All of the tests suggest that your muscles have healed. I'm happy to put you back on active duty, so long as you keep him from doing too much.' The doctor directed this last bit at Natasha who nodded once in answer.
'I am able to care for myself,' Clint felt the need to point out. Natasha and the doctors gave him disbelieving looks.
'Of course you can.' Natasha said her voice dripping with sarcasm, clasping his elbow and dragging him out. Clint shouted a thanks over his shoulder to the doctors. Natasha, he could see, looked amused and annoyed. Clint was used to this look.
'What is it, Nat?' Clint asked gently.
'You are an idiot.' Natasha let go of his elbow and took half a step away from him. 'I don't know why I bother with you, Barton.'
'Thanks, Nat,' Clint replied gently. 'And thanks for being there.'
'Where else would I be?' She asked looking at him with genuine confusion. Clint grinned at her and they continued to walk in silence up to Fury's office.
Fury looked up at them when they walked in without knocking and didn't bother to indicate that they should sit. Natasha leaned against a filing cabinet and Clint stood before Fury's desk, arms crossed in front of his chest.
'I see you passed,' Fury stated simply. 'Bout time, too. You're back on active duty, Barton, but we'll keep you away from action for another week at least. Just to be sure.'
'Fine,' Clint said. 'Can I leave now?' Clint didn't wait for an answer and turned to leave again when the door flew open and Stark stomped in, followed closely by Steve, Bruce and Thor who all looked worried, nervous, and interested respectively. Stark pushed himself into Fury's space and Steve followed placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
'You.' Tony shoved a finger in Fury's face who didn't flinch. 'You are worse than I thought.'
'Tony,' Steve began. Stark waved a hand at him.
'Why’d you do it, Fury? Huh? Tell me, us, that.' Stark stared Fury down and, for a moment, Clint thought the director was going to hit Stark.
'What are you talking about now, Stark?' Fury questioned, not a hint of emotion on his face or in his eye.
'I got into your system. JARVIS found some very ... odd things. Unaccounted medical personnel, strange power levels, missing medical equipment, stuff like that. Weird, huh?' The look at Stark's face was daring Fury to deny it, to say that Stark was imagining things. Fury remained silent.
'Tony? What are you getting at?' Bruce asked, looking between the two.
'Shall I tell them, Fury? Or would you like to?' Stark went to take a step forward but Steve held onto his arm though he didn't pull him back.
'Tony, tell us what you've found.' Steve was almost pleading with the man. Clint glanced at Fury whose focus was entirely on Stark. There was some expression on his face that Clint couldn't quite work out. Worry, maybe?
'He's being lying to us for months. And, personally, I hope one of them rips your eye out and makes you eat it.'
Clint suddenly had the odd sense that Stark was talking about him. The bottom of his stomach fell out and he stared between the director and Stark, his breathing shallow. 'Stark, what the fuck are you talking about?'
Stark looked pointedly at Fury again. 'Why don't you tell your agent what you've been up to?'
Fury, obviously not happy, turned towards Clint and glanced at Natasha. ‘Agent Coulson is alive.'
Clint instantly stopped listening. He was vaguely aware of Steve talking and then a small hand grasped his arm and forced him to sit. Steve was still talking, though he was no longer holding Stark back, and Bruce quickly sat beside him. Natasha remained standing, looking at Fury with a blank face.
'How?' The one, soft word from Natasha was enough to shut Steve up.
'Coulson slipped into a coma from his wounds. Goddamn magic.' Fury swore, shifting his weight almost imperceptibly. 'He was taken down to medical and underwent surgery. But they couldn't put him back together, not properly. The spear, the magic, did something to his body that stopped him healing properly. Infections, organ failure, the doctors fixed it all. He woke up for the first time yesterday. He's been waking up for longer and longer since then.'
'And now you will take us to see him.' Natasha spoke slowly and Clint stared up at her. She was leaning forward slightly, face emotionless, but her voice. Her voice was low and dangerous. Clint felt the sudden, inexplicable need to run. Fury didn't look much better.
'Fine,' Fury replied, turning and walking away. Natasha grasped Clint's arm and dragged him to his feet leading him out.
Clint barely paid attention to where they were going. He was aware of Stark muttering under his breath and Bruce standing close by him. Natasha had let go of his arm and was looking forward. Clint saw a brief flicker of emotion cross her face. Steve was still holding onto Tony's arm and Thor was alternating between glaring at Fury and looking worried.
Clint felt like he was moving through a fog. He could see and hear and feel everything around him but he couldn't process any of it. The elevator moved down, the music floating through his mind, and when they finally came to medical Natasha gently guided him out but let him go again once they were walking down a corridor. Clint naturally fell to the back of the group, his feet moving without conscious direction. He just followed.
They pushed their way through several doors going to a part of medical that Clint, through the fog, did not recognise. Fury glanced back at them all before leading them to another door and holding it open.
Lying on the only bed in the room was Phil Coulson.
Clint froze in the doorway unable to move. Phil's eyes were closed but he was breathing. He looked peaceful as he had always done when he slept. He watched Natasha wrap her small hand around Phil's wrist, checking his pulse, and she relaxed, glancing at him and giving him a small nod. Clint glanced at Fury but, at Thor's happy exclamation of 'Well met, friend!' Clint twisted back. Phil had woken up and was staring at them all. Fury huffed and left them to it.
'I'm glad you're alive, Agent Coulson.' Steve lightly squeezed Phil's right shoulder.
'Yeah, yeah, wonderful, get the fuck up so Hill won't be hovering.' Despite his flippancy it was obvious that Stark was glad Phil was alive.
Natasha glanced over at Clint and rolled her eyes. 'Alright, out.' Natasha shooed them all out and lightly pushed Clint's shoulder in the direction of Phil. Clint didn't realise he had moved until Phil's fingers closed lightly around his wrist. Clint stared down at their hands and it suddenly hit him.
Phil was alive.
Clint sunk to his knees beside the bed, grabbed onto Phil's hand as though it was his lifeline, and pressed his forehead against the blankets. He could feel Phil shift forward, and then there were fingers running softly and reassuringly through his hair and down to the nape of his neck. Clint tightened his grip and let several sobs escape.
'Clint.' The groggy voice roused Clint and he looked up at Phil. Phil who was alive, exhausted but alive, and was smiling down at him.
'Phil, I ... I'm sorry.' Clint's throat felt thick and his voice was rough.
'I know.' Phil's smile softened slightly. 'And you don't need to be.' Phil tugged on his hand to pull him up.
The press of Phil's lips against his was without a doubt the best thing Clint had ever felt. Phil's lips were chapped and dry but it didn't matter. Phil was alive and kissing him.
'Phil.' Clint pressed their foreheads together. 'I missed you,' he muttered.
Phil laughed at him again. 'I know. Clint, look at me.'
Clint cautiously opened his eyes. Phil was exhausted. There were deep bags under his bloodshot eyes. He seemed thinner than before and his skin was slowly regaining its colour. Yet his small smile lit up his eyes. Phil ran his thumb over the curve of Clint's cheekbone.
'You don't need to be sorry, Clint. There's nothing, nothing, you need to apologise for. Not to me. Never to me.' Phil pressed another kiss to Clint's lips and scratched at the short hairs on his neck. Clint climbed onto the bed, straddling Phil's lap and pulled the left side of Phil's hospital gown down. A large, nasty scar marred the skin there. Phil pressed his hands against Clint's hips to ground him. Clint reached out and stroked the skin.
'I'm told it will fade,' Phil said.
'It had better,' Clint muttered back.
Phil laughed quietly again, his fingers digging in to Clint's hips. Clint traced the scar with a single finger and felt Phil shudder beneath him. He was surprised to see that Phil's pupils were blown wide.
'I missed you too,' Phil said, reading Clint's mind.
'You were in a coma,' Clint pointed out.
'And I still thought I had lost you.'
Clint didn't give him another chance to speak.
--
Clint woke in the morning with Phil using his shoulder as a pillow. He stroked Phil's bare shoulder.
'Hmm, morning.' Phil sighed happily.
'Morning,' Clint replied, pressing a kiss to Phil's hair. He would've been happy to lie there with Phil for hours but at that moment he heard heavy footsteps outside the room. Clint leaped off the bed and threw himself underneath Phil's bed. Above him, Phil shifted around on the bed, no doubt making himself presentable, and threw one of Clint's socks at him. Clint barely managed to grab the rest of his clothes before the door opened. Although people knew they were together it still probably wasn't a great idea to be found naked in bed together.
'Good morning, Director,' Phil said above him. Clint resisted the urge to groan. Cockblocked by their boss. Figures.
'Agent. How you feelin'?' Fury sat down in the chair beside the bed and Clint had the sudden urge to stab Fury's feet.
'Much better, thank you.' Phil shifted again to get comfortable no doubt. 'Sir, is your nose broken?' Clint barely suppressed a laugh.
'It is not broken,' Fury ground out. 'Fractured, yes.'
'I didn't hear about any missions last night.' There was barely hidden mirth in Phil’s voice.
'Romanov.' Fury supplied. Clint grinned at the mattress above him.
'Ah, that does explain it.'
'Stark was hoping you, Romanov, or Barton would rip out my eye and make me eat it.' Clint could've sworn he heard amusement in the director's voice.
'Stark?' Phil sounded surprised.
'Yes,' Fury replied. 'I want you to take a break. Take a vacation somewhere.'
'Is that an order, sir?'
'And take Barton with you.' Fury stood up. 'Do you hold it against me? Keeping this secret?'
'For the most part, no, I don't. They needed a reason, a push. But, Clint? Him, you could have, should have, told.'
'Yeah, well, I didn't.' Fury walked away and when he reached the door he turned back. 'It's good to have you back, agent. And get off the damn floor, Barton.'
Exactly how many phlint shippers are there? I know there was a small surge after the Avengers and another big one after the AoS announcement... but exactly how many??
