author's note: The chapters on this one will be quite short (since I still can't figure out when the paragraph formating works as it should and when not I decided on chapter breaks intead). The fic will include all Avengers but is centered around Phil (again) and his issues for a change. Coulson will be a pretty BAMF, but that doesn't mean he has no weaknesses. There will be dialogue-y chapters and a few more action orientated ones and well stuff ;)
This is set in the same continuity as "The Three SHIELD-keteers", "The Dating History of SHIELD Agents", "Things Hawkey isn't terribly good at" and "TOPMCL fic". I will probably tell more stories in that continuity, but that's the current state
Moving into the tower had gone over surprisingly easy. Phil had spend the better part of the renovation time recuperating in SHIELD's medical wing and Stark had been clever enough to ask before he redesigned whole floors for the comfort of his new tenants.
"You sure about this Agent? I'm more than willing to give you a whole floor to yourself – same as everyone else." Tony was pretty surprised that someone would choose less instead of more.
"Yes, I am sure. The tower's base area is over four times as big as my current flat, I won't need all of it." Phil pointed at the plan Tony held out before him. "If you put my office here right next to the elevator, you all will have easy access and if you add a wall here," his finger drew an imaginative line, "then I can even have something similar to privacy in my private quarters."
"What about the rest of the place?"
Phil rolled his eyes theatrically. "For all I care put in closet space, but with the glass-front there and the balcony I'm sure Barton would like to put up a training range here."
Stark's brows furrowed. "I was thinking about a range underground, to give Hawkeye the opportunity for long-range practice, the tower is not big enough for that." Coulson had to agree on that, yet for his own reasons he still wanted Clint close, he was just about to interrupt, when Tony continued. "But a second range for short and middle range practice in natural light probably would be good, too – just for variety and if we open the doors he can practice under outdoor conditions, which is a plus..." Tony's voice trailed of as he thought about a dozen or so reasons why a second range was a brilliant idea. "I'll have to ask him of course," he explained to Coulson.
"Of course," Phil agreed with a small smile as he sank back into his pillows.
About two months later Coulson was fit enough to move into his new quarters in the freshly renovated Avenger's Tower. It was impressive what one could do with the kind of money Stark had, there was hardly any damage to be seen from Loki's attack on the tower. Phil still referred to this as his quarters, he refused to think of a place as 'home' where Tony Stark could drop in at any moment.
Having a whole floor all to themselves was quite luxury and gave them much more privacy then they had ever enjoyed in the field, in HQ or anywhere that hadn't been their own small flat. Considering some of Phil's neighbors and the thin walls they had had, probably even more than there. At first Phil and Clint were both unsure how to act now that theoretically one of the Avengers could walk in on them any moment, not to mention the constantly present AI, but they found out pretty quickly that everyone in the tower respected their privacy.
Each and every one of the Avengers had their own issues and personal quirks and they expected to be left alone when they were on their own floors and so they treated Coulson's and Barton's private quarters the same. If Coulson wasn't in his office or on the common floor, not even Tony Stark did more than ring him on his phone or let JARVIS call him. So gradually Phil and Clint began to relax and started somewhat of a domestic life together when the doors of Phil's quarters were closed.
They still kept it under wraps and in the tower no one but Tasha – and JARVIS of course, but he had privacy sub-protocols, which Tony wouldn't breach without a suspicion to start from – knew about them.
*M*I*W*T*F*
Coulson's official job was to be the Avengers' handler – or babysitter as Stark put it in his own eloquent words – but as long as there were no major catastrophes happening, the Director expected Barton, Romanoff and him to do other Avenger unrelated jobs, too. Well mostly him, since even within SHIELD there was a whole lot more work for an incredible bad-ass bureaucrat than for two master assassins.