A new ClintCouslon fic came to me between lectures, but I haven’t finished a proper ClintCoulson fic in a while, so idk if I should try to write it down.
Initial Notes/Ideas:
- Inspired by a Reddit post, where a guy pretended to be mute in his apartment block.
- Clint moves to a new apartment block, and accidentally ignores his new floor-mates(?) when he can’t hear them talking to him. One confronts him, and news spreads that he’s deaf and (assumed—) mute, since Clint didn’t explain/apologise verbally.
- Clint decides to let his floor-mates believe he’s mute, so he doesn’t have to make small talk. They post him notes when something important is happening, and generally are good/kind floor-mates.
- Clint realises how convenient being mute is, and decides to be mute everywhere.
- When Phil moves to the floor (on an undercover mission), Phil is told Clint is deaf/mute, so he introduces himself in sign. Clint is shocked, since no one has signed to him in years, and signs back.
- As Clint and Phil become friends, Clint, as the bounty-hunter/assassin Hawkeye, is being stalked by a faceless S.H.I.E.L.D agent, who just happens to be his new neighbour.
- Phil doesn’t put together that Clint being an archer means that he’s Hawkeye, until he sees Clint’s scrapbook with all his circus memories (posters, polaroids, pamphlets etc), and Clint is labeled ‘Hawkeye: The World’s Greatest Marksman’. He then has to decide whether to turn him in or not — this is not an easy decision, since the two are mutually falling for each other, and Phil genuinely enjoys having Clint in his life.
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Hawkeye fans, who do you prefer Clint Barton to date/marry/kiss?
Natasha Romanoff
Bobbi Morse
Laura Barton
Phil Coulson
Bucky Barnes
Steve Rogers
Tony Stark
Darcy Lewis
Wade Wilson
Other (let us know in the tags!)
Voting ended onJun 9, 2023
So I came across a poll that had only two ship options on it and it didn't even include an "other" option which annoyed me because there are way more than just two clint ships out there. So lets see who people like to see kissing our dumpster disaster. I can't fit all the ships in this poll of course so I focused on the ones I see the most in my personal fan experience. Nothing against the ships not directly listed! I even left some out that I have personally enjoyed as well in order to include ships I don't personally go for but know are pretty popular.
screams in delight ilu ty i’m going to do phil and clint first and then post the morcia one in a different post okay??
phil/clint!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
leaves their dirty clothes on the floorso that’s clint, but as much as he attempts to make it look ~casually messy in the vein of “oh look at me!!!! i’m just a messy dude leavin my stuff all over!!!!!” - it’s very much in a “i am purposefully claiming all of this space in your apartment, phil, and you are never going to get rid of me. or my socks” but it’s pretty much fine because phil gets it (phil always gets it, lbr) and isn’t planning on letting clint go anywhere anytime soon
forgets to run the dish washerphil maintains that this should be clint’s job as clint likes the domestic-y stuff but it’s pretty definitely phil’s job since he’s home more often but he forgets ALL THE TIME and clint delights in finding phil’s one area of complete ineptitude/forgetfulness
pumps gas for the carno one touches lola. phil pumps the gas. (clint doesn’t mind, it means he doesn’t have to get out of the car.)
drives when they’re going somewherephil again. i mean, if it’s lola, that’s a given - but even on missions, phil prefers to drive and clint prefers when phil is driving. clint will often just conk out in the front passenger seat because there is something soothing about watching phil drive and knowing deep down that clint trusts phil with literally everything - including keeping him alive while in a moving vehicle. clint never sleeps so well on missions as when phil is driving.
rearranges the furnitureclint. it took him awhile to figure out that it was okay to make the space his own - it had been phil’s apartment first, but after clint had moved in (the place in bed stuy still very much his though katie’s using it as a young avengers clubhouse now more often than not) he’d just felt very strongly about not overstepping his bounds or changing too much - but of course, phil interpreted that as regret and there was some shitty misunderstandings and stress and general unhappiness but they eventually figured their shit out and now clint regularly moves everything around. he says it’s to find the perfect place to watch tv from but it’s mostly just because he can
falls asleep with the TV onphil phil phil phil!!!!!!!! especially on nights where clint is on a mission that phil is not handling (it’s rare now for sure, but it’s still a Thing That Happens) phil just tends to curl up on the couch, watch some truly terrible reality television and pretend like he isn’t missing his boyfriend
gets to use the bathroom firstphil, because otherwise he’ll have to deal with the inevitable hair clint leaves behind after he shaves and since he doesn’t actively want to WANT to kill his boyfriend, it’s safer and better for everyone involved if he goes first
decides the temperature for the ac/heaterclint!!!!!!!!!!!! clint’s warmth is very important to the overall happiness of both he and phil. if clint is cold, no one is happy. clint is of course willing to be both exceedingly cold or exceedingly hot on missions - he’s getting paid for that. but NOT in the apartment, clint will not stand for that shit.
sets up holiday decorationsphil’s got tons of christmas decorations that he inherited from his parents, things that he and his siblings made when they believed that using their weight in glitter was the best choice always when decorating things. he’s a little embarrassed about them the first year he puts them up - they’re his but they’re definitely goofy as hell, and he’s a little worried clint might not like them - but clint thinks they’re the greatest thing since sliced bread and now is usually the one to pull them out of storage in december and gleefully decorate with various sparkly, ugly, glittery objects.
leaves the lights onphil - he pretends that “oh i thought you were going in the bathroom after me!!!!” after clint points out that he yet again left the vanity light on, but honestly he just forgets all the fucking time to turn the lights off. clint feels like he’s constantly walking into rooms and being blinded by the excessive amount of lights that are on and left on
uses the bathroom with the door openthey’re both getting used to living with another person. it’s… a work in progress tbh.
fixes the plumbing (or calls the plumber)clint fixes… kind of. phil calls a repair guy in secret after clint does one of his infamous fixes and gets it REALLY fixed but doesn’t tell clint so clint thinks he’s kind of a master plumber now because nothing’s ever broken again after he’s fixed it
His uninvited guest was definitely a dragon. It reminded Clint of a mini-Smaug from the latest Hobbit movie, only the little dragon was a sort of deep purple. Its scales glittered in the light, and each foot ended in a set of wicked looking black claws. It even had a set of leathery wings curled up on its back.
(Or, the one in which Phil Coulson is magically turned into a dragon, and the trouble that follows.)
Sharpie art + hasty office lunchtime colours for Dragons Don't Drink Coffee by orderlychaos / chaosisorderly, one of the most frikkin' adorable Phlint fics I've read. ♥
Title: Stick Together and See It Through
Author: torakowalski
Word Count: 5,684
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings: Gore, Language & Violence
Summary: There are many places that Phil would rather be than stuck in a HYDRA base with Tony Stark.
“I always thought it’d be cool to be a doctor.”
“Really?” Phil asks, interested despite himself. Stark would probably have cured cancer by now, if he’d tried. “What stopped you?”
“The people,” Stark says, with what Phil thinks is a fake shudder. “When you [****] up in engineering, you can rip out the parts and build something new. Society frowns on doing that with humans.”
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Characters: Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor
Word Count:
Summary: 1,831
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
Mid-morning sun streamed in through the open window and fell across Clint's naked chest. He was sprawled out on the bed, sheets pushed to the foot, leisurely stretching his arms above his head. He and Phil had been staying at the apartment, uninterrupted, for a week now, and Clint had somehow managed to convince Phil to spend most of that time in bed. He still wasn't fully healed, neither of them were, but he looked far better than he had in medical.
Clint pulled the sheets up to his hips and half sat up against his pillow and the head board. He could just hear the kettle just beginning to boil in the kitchen. He closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of Phil moving around making coffee. The simple sounds made Clint feel all fuzzy. It meant that it hadn't been a dream.
For the first few days, Clint had woken every morning believing it had all been some wonderfully horrible dream and every night he went to sleep fearing that Phil would disappear. But that hadn't happened. Yet.
The smell of coffee reached his nose and Clint opened his eyes to see Phil standing in the doorway wearing a smile and his stupid tartan dressing gown, holding two mugs of steaming coffee. Clint smiled back and reached out for the mug Phil passed him, and pressed his shoulder against Phil's when the man had settled on the bed with him after stripping out of the dressing down and slipping under the sheet.
'It's about time you woke up,' Phil murmured into his coffee.
'Sorry, sir,' Clint replied with a smile. 'Too hot to do anything.'
'It's only 86 out.'
'Too hot,' Clint repeated twisting to kiss Phil's shoulder.
The scar was fading, as promised. It was no longer pink and puckered. Phil laughed silently and Clint rested his head on that shoulder. Seeing the scar didn't hurt any more. The guilt was still there, it would never leave him, but it was easier.
'Whatever you say, Clint.'
'That's the idea,' Clint replied automatically.
Phil suddenly reached out to the table beside the bed and held out his Captain America trading cards covered in blood.
'Fury owes me a new set,' Phil deadpanned.
'I did put in a requisition order but Hill told me to get stuffed,' Clint said.
'Of course she did,' Phil said, shifting through the cards, pulling out his favourite which also happened to be soaked in the most blood. 'He had to use this one first, didn't he? And I'm not sure if Hill knew I was alive, either.'
'I find it hard to believe. I did look for new ones for you.'
'You did?'
Clint couldn't blame him for being surprised. 'Looked fucking everywhere. Online anyway. Even emailed the guy you got some of them from. Said you had the only ones of some of them.'
'He was right.' Phil held his favourite up. 'There are only two others of this one. One is in a museum and Howard Stark had the other.'
Clint abruptly remembered where he had put the cards: in the safe. With the letter. He sat up and stared wide eyed at Phil, who was still looking down at his cards with a faint frown.
'Did you get those from the safe?' Clint said in a quiet voice.
Phil turned to look at him. Clint twisted his body away from the man he loved and stared pointedly at the wall. He’d been meaning to re-paint the bedroom for years. Now was a good time to go pick a colour, right?
‘Yes, I found your letter.’ Phil reached out and ran his hand over Clint’s back. ‘It was very well written.’
‘Bite me, Coulson.’ Clint tried to stand, to escape, but Phil grabbed him by the wrist and forced him to lay down, straddling him.
‘Stay,’ he ordered. ‘You need to listen to me. Please, Clint. What happened to me? Was not your fault.’ Phil pressed a hand over Clint’s mouth before he could speak. ‘It is not your fault. There is no way you could have known that Loki would stab me, no way you could’ve known that I would have gone after him.’
‘Yes, I should’ve,’ Clint said when he managed to rip Phil’s hand away. ‘I know you better than anyone else. You always go to where the trouble is and you never think twice about it. You put yourself before others and you died. Phil, you died, you left me,’ Clint finally accused.
Phil pressed their foreheads together. ‘I’m sorry. You’re right, Clint. I left you, betrayed you, and I’m sorry.’
‘Wait, betrayed? How the fuck do you come to that?’
‘I promised that I would never leave you and I did.’
‘No, no, no, no.’ Clint reached up and pulled Phil into a kiss. ‘No betrayal on your part. I’m the one who betrayed you. I got you killed.’
‘Loki killed me.’
‘I got him onto the Helicarrier,’ Clint shot back, glancing back at the wall. Maybe light green.
‘Yes, you did. While being mind-controlled. Clint, Fury was right. No, no speaking. Listen to me, Barton. It. Wasn’t. Your. Fault. There is nothing you could’ve done to stop Loki or me. You know me, Clint, so you know there is nothing I wouldn’t have done to stop him.’
‘Nat said you made her promise to bring me back. She said you sounded as though you knew you wouldn’t be able to do it yourself.’
Phil looked down at him and pressed a small kiss to the corner of Clint’s mouth. ‘She was right. I didn't think I would get to you first. I didn’t think I would be stabbed by Loki later on either. I made her promise because I needed to know that someone I trusted would be able to save your sorry butt. And I knew that Natasha would never let either of us down. Okay?’
‘Okay,’ Clint replied, still avoiding Phil’s eyes as much as he could. Phil should hate him. He should not be apologising.
Phil reached out and gently grasped Clint's chin, forcing his head towards him. 'Eyes on me, Barton.' Phil smiled at him. 'I forgive you, Clint. I forgive you.'
'You shouldn't,' Clint replied, eyes sliding away to the wall again.
'And yet I have. Clint, please, look at me.' Phil's soft, demanding voice cut through Clint's determined wall-staring focus.
Clint twisted back to Phil and pressed his forehead against the side of Phil's neck. Phil curled his arms around Clint, holding him close.
'Why? Why would you forgive me?' Clint drew in a breath, the scent of Phil almost overpowering him. 'I killed agents, I got civilians killed, I got you killed. Don't tell me that it wasn't my fault or that I couldn't have done anything or that some part of me had stayed me cause I didn't kill Fury. None of that crap helps. I did all of that and that, that guilt won't go away. It can't go away, Phil, so how can you forgive me? Why?'
Clint had not noticed that he had begun to sob. The tears came freely and hard. Phil rubbed Clint's back, whispering nonsense words, and pressed kisses to Clint's hair.
'I forgive you because I love you, Clint. Do I need another reason? Do you need another reason?'
'Yes,' Clint choked out, unmoving. 'You can't forgive me just cause you love me. That's stupid, its not a reason. It's an excuse. Like saying I can't be blamed because Loki was forcing me.'
'But, Clint, that's exactly why you can't be blamed.' Phil pulled back slightly and pressed a light kiss to the corner of Clint's mouth, holding his face between his hands. 'I love you and I do not blame you. I blame Loki. There is no one else I can blame. I forgive you, Clint, because I want to. There is nothing else that matters to me more than you. I am sorry that I left you, that I hurt you. I trusted Natasha to get you back because she will always drag you back to me, and me to you. I am sorry you felt alone, betrayed; I am sorry you felt as though no one trusted you. I am sorry that you blamed yourself. I am sorry for what Fury did. I am sorry that you were left to carry this weight on your shoulders alone, though willingly. I am sorry, Clint. I am sorry for it all and if I could change it I would gladly to do it to save you from this guilt, this anger, this blame. I would do it in a heartbeat because I love you and I forgive you, and that has not, will not, cannot, change.
'Clint, I don't blame you for what happened because I know you to well to believe that you could ever be to blame for any of this. There is no way that I can believe you were at all responsible for the attack on the Helicarrier or for the attack on New York. You are not responsible for any of it. Clint, this is not on you. I forgive you completely and utterly. I do not hold you responsible, neither does Natasha or any of the others. Please, Clint, please, stop blaming yourself.' Phil pressed their foreheads together and looked straight in Clint's eyes (soul). 'Clint, I love you and that hasn't changed. Listen to me, Clint. You. Are. Forgiven.' Phil emphasized this last with three kisses: one to the forehead, the tip of his nose, and finally his lips.
Clint has listened closely as Phil spoke and found himself desperately clinging to his words. They washed over him, pushing down the pain and the guilt and the anger. The feelings dissipated, deep down enough to stop the aching in his heart. For the first time in a very, very long time, Clint felt calm, light. Phil was there with him and he clearly wasn't going anywhere, not willingly at least. Clint pressed himself against Phil again and breathed deep.
Clint could Phil's heartbeat pounding in his ears as he held him close and tight. 'I missed you, Phil. I didn't know what to do.'
'I know, I know. But you have done so well.' Phil twisted them both so that Clint ended up on his back looking up at the man he loved. 'I am so proud of you, Clint. You are an incredible person and I couldn't imagine anyone I would rather be with than you. Also, I want to meet Candy.'
'No,' Clint replied, shuddering at the thought of the two of them teaming up. 'Absolutely not. That would be bad for my health.'
Phil snickered, his eyes dancing with mirth, and leaned down to press a chaste kiss to Clint's lips. Clint grinned up at him and slipped a hand into Phil's hair dragging him down for a deeper kiss.
