A/N: This is Confession of Love, which is a sequel to What Was Missed, which is an in-depth look of Chapter 10 of Cupid Has Nothing on You, which was a sequel to A Kiss From Coulson, which was a sequel to the one that started it all, To Pursue.
Read it backwards to find the order.
Not backwards, backwards! Just…read the italic order from last to first for the order of fanfics.
Yeesh. Weirdos.
-On a side note, I would like to point out that it is really late where I am right now and I am really tired, so that author's note is odd. That and my friend started to read it backwards to make me laugh, so I had to put that in there.
Disclaimer: I'm sure I have one. Yeah, I'm just borrowing the characters. I'll put them back when I'm done.
Warnings: slash, male/male kissing (which gets descriptive), mentions of sex, and near death of a canon, along with the deaths of nameless characters, plus some minor named OCs, technically. Thus the rating folks. Don't like, just leave. 'Cause this is when they start showing their "romantic" side.
Confession of Love
Chapter One: Traps
By the end of the first day, everyone was used to seeing Coulson dressed up warmly, yet in his same fashion, and shivering like mad. His constant companion was Hawkeye, who was constantly draping himself over Coulson, trying to help keep him warm. However, Hawkeye could not always be there and they often watched as Coulson shivered constantly, obviously feeling the cold in the movable base more then the others.
When Tony teased him about it, he was threatened with the taser. After that, no one teased Coulson about the fact he got so cold.
Hawkeye tried his best, but that didn't stop Coulson from chattering until a hot shower that actually made Coulson's skin turn red (each bathroom was fitted with a personal heating thing, if only because this movable base was for cold weather) and diving under blankets to press against Hawkeye. Usually at that point Hawkeye was cold too, and he happily cuddled under the mounds of quilts Coulson had brought.
They really didn't think of doing anything else because they were too cold. Well, Coulson was too cold, but Hawkeye was usually warm enough. Hawkeye couldn't wait for the space heater to get there. If he could get warm enough, he would be more helpful to helping Coulson warm up.
He was really looking forward to that.
Coulson had long given up on being warm while he was here. Even after the space heaters had been added to the various rooms a week ago, Coulson was still freezing. Of course, with the addition of the heaters, Hawkeye was fine.
Naturally the man was always fine, but in this case it meant only Coulson was still feeling the bite of the cold, though his shivering had gone down.
Either way, spending winter in Siberia had not been at the top of Coulson's list. He was also dreading what Stark would do to the base if they had to spend Christmas here. The horror story that unfolded in Coulson's mind made him shiver, though it was hidden by his shivering that was almost always there.
At least his teeth had stopped chattering.
To try to keep the blood flowing, and to stop himself from shivering, Coulson kept moving. He wandered through the snow, which hefting through that really helped keep him warm though the down side was he chilled faster as well. He shifted a bit and paused at the edge of the fake crash, his shivering hidden by his thick winter wear.
"Agent Coulson?" one of Coulson's more reliable men, Agent Hartford, called and Coulson turned to talk to him, outside, in the cold.
He really hated getting cold so easily.
"Yes Agent Hartford?" he responded.
Hartford was calm and stood next to Coulson. "Sir, Agent Jones, is missing," Hartford stated and Coulson closed his eyes briefly.
"For how long?" he asked.
"He didn't come in from check-in just now, sir. Either the cold, or something else, got him," Hartford answered.
Coulson gave a brisk nod and mentally flipped through where Agent Jones had been stationed. "Very well. I'll get a party together," Coulson answered and walked back to the movable base.
This was not good.
Hartford watched Coulson walk away before he turned back to supervising the scientists. Well, not real scientists. They were agents with some minor experience doing this kind of work. It was rather interesting for Hartford.
He liked seeing how other agents pulled together. He was hoping to one day run his own search and recovery unit. He had come forth and told Agent Coulson this. Coulson had looked his file over and had him transferred to Coulson's unit to begin training.
Hartford felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle and he carefully glanced around, while calmly readying his gun.
There was the sound of a muffled shots and everyone in the area collapsed to the ground, blood staining the snow.
Coulson knew someone had walked into his temporary office due to the soft sound of a foot on the floor. Coulson was always quiet when he worked and he shifted a file, pretending that he hadn't heard. He dropped a file and bent down to pick it up, getting his already prepared gun in his hand, before he turned and aimed at the intruder.
"Holy, shit Phil!" Tony shouted and Coulson glared.
"Don't sneak up on me," Coulson snapped and carefully collected the file folder, dropping it on his desk.
Tony huffed. "I hadn't tried to!" he lied, sounding like a wounded child.
Coulson rolled his eyes at Tony and then explosion rocked the temporary base, literally. The floor went diagonal and Coulson braced himself, holding his gun at an angel that would shoot neither himself or Stark with.
He was pretty sure Fury would not be happy with either.
"It seems we have had our trap turned on his," Coulson stated as the entire base was flipped over. He shoved Stark sideways as everything came crashing down, a big piled mess of office furniture that had dented the wall, but not broken through.
Coulson scowled a bit. "This is going to be a little tricky to get out of," he commented calmly as he glanced around while Stark stared at him.
"A little tricky?" Stark hissed.