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Clint looks up at the sign on the door and sighs, pulling at the straps of his back pack before walking into the classroom marked with a post it note as “detention.”

He was really hoping to avoid getting detention with his newest foster home, but then some scrappy kid had to get picked on and Clint was never one to back out of a fight, especially an unfair one. He remembers the kid briefly, skinny, asthmatic, always has ink on his hands. Steve... something or another, he was a good guy, small as hell, but from the little Clint knew about the other teen, it wasn’t surprising that Clint found him in the middle of a very one sided fist fight.

When he finally opens up the door to the classroom he sees that the teacher in charge of detention - Ms. Johnson - is casually sitting next to her desk with her heels kicked up on the desk, with her tablet resting on her legs as she sips on what Clint can only assume is some very strong coffee.  

“Clint,” She says, looking up from her tablet. “Since this is your first time, here’s the rules to detention. You don’t have to keep in one spot and just stare at a wall, you work on your homework or help someone else with theirs. Talking is allowed but nothing too loud.” She smiles at him at the end of her lecture and Clint figures that detention might not be so bad. 

“Barton over here!” A voice chimes in and Clint turns to see Steve wave at him from the back of the room. He has butterfly bandages on his brow and he’s sitting on top of the desk table with his short legs swinging freely. He looks pretty good for a guy that only a few hours ago was getting the shit kicked out of him. 

“Hey Steve, good to see you standing,” Clint says as he sets down his bag and takes the offered seat across from Steve. “I gotta say it’s pretty gutsy taking on three guys at once, especially when said guys are members of the wrestling team.” 

“You should have heard the speech Mr. Mackenzie gave me,” Steve says shaking his head. “He actually offered to show me some moves, it was kind of scary.”  Steve laughs then and Clint can’t help but laugh along with him. 

“He’s certainly different from any other teacher I’ve ever had that’s for sure,” Clint remarks thinking back to his shop class that morning. “Every teacher here is kind of different from what I’m used to.” 

“Yeah most of them are cool,” Steve responds. “How’s it going being the new kid and all?” He asks, changing the subject. 

“It’s alright,” Clint replies, looking down at his scuffed up sneakers. He’s never really enjoyed talking about being the new kid. He’s done it so many times before that it’s usually the same answer. “I’ve been through this a lot, so I don’t know.” Clint looks up to see Steve giving him smile, and he looks away quickly, not quite comfortable with the kindness he sees there. 

“I’m actually staying with Ms. Simmons,” Clint admits. He never usually shares details about his foster home that usually leads to friends and Clint is never around long enough to keep them, so he usually doesn’t bother. There’s something about Steve though that makes Clint want to share however, he blames it on the stupid grin. “She’s kind of cool so far.” 

“Yeah, everyone loves Ms. Simmons,” Steve says, then looks over at Ms. Johnson checking to see if she was still engrossed in her tablet, before he leans in and talks quietly so only Clint can hear him. “Especially Ms. Johnson - Bruce claims he went into the bio room late after school one day and caught them making out, I expect you’ll be seeing a lot more of her outside of school if what he says is true.” 

“Oh god,” Clint says in a hushed tone, and looks back to Ms. Johnson who was giving Steve and him a very amused look, and then proceeds to wave like she heard their entire conversation.

“Yeah, you’re not going to be bored with Ms. Simmons at all,” Steve says, a cocky grin on his face, making Clint suspect that this school was going to get a lot more interesting than just what he’s experienced so far. “You know if you ever need a break or anything you can come chill at my house. I live just a few blocks over.”

“That would actually be pretty cool,” Clint answers, and knows he’s blushing slightly. He’s never made a friend this fast before, it’s kind of nice actually.

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"If you're trying to do yoga, you should probably ask Natasha to help you," Phil states, lips quirked up in amusement. "That particular pose looks like its rough on your neck." 

Clint collapses in on himself, groaning a bit because yeah, his neck hurt like a bitch. "So you probably already guessed that I'm not actually waiting in your super secret new office to practice yoga." 

"I guessed," Phil says in a dry tone, offering his hand that Clint takes and together they hoist him up. "I'm guessing one of the others let you in." 

"Mel directed me to the door," Clint replies shrugging. "Said she didn't have time to hold my hand." 

phaeshmae said: Does Nick make up stories about how he lost his eye to various woodland creatures?

all the stories 

and Skye is just sitting there rolling her eyes like, "I'm seventeen years old, stop trying to scare me and go back to badly flirting with my dad" 

and Phil just sputters and apologizes 

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Send me an obscure MCU Ship and one of the following numbers and I will tell you:

1. my thoughts on how compatible they are

Skye and Fitz are really compatible. They are both friends, they both understand computers, and have a sense of humor. Not to mention that they are both kind of new to the life of a SHIELD Agent. Plus they are both hella cute. 

2. three headcanons about their relationship

Skye steals all of Fitz's shirts and sweaters and wears them all the time. 

Both of them are cuddlers, even if Fitz is a human heater. They also both tend to know when the other needs it, even if its in the middle of a mission they will hold hands.

When Skye has nightmares she tends to hide them from others, including FItz, It took him a while to figure it out, and when he did, he went out of his way to make sure Skye could fall back asleep. 

3. three sexy headcanons 

Skye likes to roleplay, it doesn't always work out for them but Fitz puts on the costumes anyways. 

Fitz doesn't mind being tied up every once in a while, though he is horrified to find out that Skye used Coulson's tie that one time. 

Crossdressing. 

4. an AU where I think they’d (still) be compatible 

A college au where Fitz is the genius TA who helps tutor Skye in some of her subjects, while Skye tutors Fitz on how to relax for once. 

5. a rambling headcanon of how they hook up

They are both made of wholesome sunshine, and every time they bone, a horse grows wings. Pegasuses run amok in the Americas and befuddled citizens look on in awe.

the pegasus situation is getting a little out of hand

no one is really complaining though

especially Clint

Sam opened his mouth and Clint put up a hand. 

"No."

"But-"

"You are not allowed to say anything because your arranged marriage turned out perfectly. I've seen this happen bad before, and I have shitty luck. There is no way this is going to turn out well." 

Sam frowns then a moment later his face shifts to a familiar expression Clint has seen from Steve many times over the past few years. 

"Whatever it is you're planning, don't do it." 

"You'll agree if Steve agrees." Sam says and before Clint can protest the man jumps out the window and Clint can only watch as he flies away to where ever the hell Steve is. 

...

Clint wakes up, bow at the ready, when his door crashes in. Only to see Steve and Sam in the doorway carrying a sack between the two of them. 

A moving sack. 

"Please tell me that is not-"

"It is!" Sam says and drops the sack, which groans in pain. 

"You kidnapped my fiance, and managed to convince your husband to help." Clint says and Sam shrugs. Steve only looks a little but guilty. 

"Nat helped." Steve offers with a shrug. Which actually does make Clint feel slightly better. 

"It would be nice if someone would let me out so I can breathe properly." Says the sack in a calm tone. Clint has the odd thought of the man's voice sounding nice before Steve picks up the sack and deposits it on Clint's bed.

"Consider this your engagement present." Sam says and Clint feels no guilt whatsoever by smacking him with his wing. Steve laughs and guides Sam out of the room, throwing out an apology to the man in the sack before he leaves.

"Sorry about this," Clint says while he unties the sack, revealing a very rumples and resigned looking man, who is actually pretty handsome. "I swear those two are some of the best people I know." 

"I've heard Steve say many times how stupid it was to wait till the ceremony to actually meet your fiance. I'm not that surprised that he did this." The man says while freeing the rest of his body from the sack. He winces when the rough material catches on his... gills.