A/N: This takes place during Coulson's healing, aka, Chapter Ten of Cupid Has Nothing on You. I skip over a lot of time because it wasn't needed for the story. However, I also realized that I didn't get to really go into what the challenge that inspired that was about.

Warnings: Slash, male/male relationship, and everything that is involved in a relationship. If that makes you uncomfortable, stop reading.

Challenge: Coulson gets turned on by watching Clint work.

What Was Missed

Chapter One: Mother Henning…Kind-of

Natasha had come to check up on Coulson, only to find Hawkeye half curled around a sleeping Coulson, his calloused fingers running over the agent's scalp. "You know, that is weird to see," she commented softly, taking up the seat Hawkeye had vacated.

Hawkeye gave a tiny shrug with one of his shoulders. Natasha listened to Coulson's soft, if slightly pained, breathing, and the quiet beeping of a heart monitor. The quietness that seemed to surrounded Hawkeye was so out of place and that unsettled Natasha. "Hawkeye, are you going to be okay?" she asked softly.

"Eventually," he answered, continuing to massage Coulson's scalp.

Natasha watched calmly, slowly become entranced by the moment. Hawkeye glanced up and shifted his head to the side curiously. The Black Widow leaned back slightly and shook her head. "I forgot how gentle you can be," she explained.

He snorted a bit and settled back more into the hospital bed. Hawkeye focused back on Coulson. "Shouldn't you be telling the rest of the team about how Coulson will live?" he inquired quietly.

"Yeah. I also need to tell you that the doctors expect Roswell to be recovered enough for a trial in about a month, on the outside. Mind you, they consider him being able to remain conscious for a day to be recovered enough. It was a clean shot though, so it might even take less time," Natasha responded calmly.

Hawkeye grunted in response and sighed. "He won't be able to confront Roswell if he can't walk on his own," Hawkeye answered softly, now investigating Coulson's hair.

Natasha didn't know how to respond to that. She had never seen Hawkeye the way he was right now. She had seen him flirting, sweet, caring, but never…so obviously relieved that someone he loved was alive, if not fully healthy. "How are the others?" Hawkeye asked.

"Good. Thor is still in pretty bad shape, but it would have been worse if Loki hadn't been there. The Trickster cut cables and ran off before the medics turned up. Tony's being a pain and whining about the injuries he sustained. He had been caught outside of his suit. Steve has a broken arm, but with his healing rate he'll be healed before Roswell is put before the board. I only have a couple of bruised ribs," she reported.

Hawkeye nodded. "How's your head injury?" Natasha asked.

"Well. There isn't much of an injury. The CAT scan didn't show anything wrong," he answered, before he looked up at Natasha. "I'll see you tomorrow?" he inquired.

She smiled and stood up. "Of course. Maybe Coulson will be awake. He needs to be debriefed," she answered with a tiny smirk and Hawkeye chuckled lowly. "Oh, he's going to hate us by the time he's fully healed," he murmured.

Natasha let out a little laugh and sashayed out. Hawkeye shook his head at the exit and focused entirely back down on the sleeping Coulson. Yes, he looked pained, but otherwise…Hawkeye enjoyed moments when Coulson was asleep and he wasn't. Hawkeye continued to massage Coulson's scalp, before he too began to feel tired. He rubbed his head, a headache building a bit, before he carefully got off the bed. He pulled up another chair and settled on Coulson's right side.

The steady beeping eased Hawkeye into a restful sleep.

When Natasha went the next day to debrief Coulson, she was surprised to see Coulson buttoning up a dress shirt single-handedly. "He's being stubborn," Hawkeye supplied from where he was standing next to the bed, holding the IV bag.

The left sleeve of the dress shirt had been rolled up to prevent it from interfering with the IV. The IV bag had been pulled through, obviously, and Hawkeye shook his head a bit as Coulson reached for his suit-jacket.

"I noticed. Well, since he's up and about, I'm going to need to debrief him," Natasha answered.

"You don't have the clearance," Coulson shot back as he pulled his right arm through the arm of his jacket.

"But I do," Fury's voice cut through and all three turned to the door to stare at the director.

"Director Fury," Coulson greeted, shifting as if to stand.

"Sit down Agent Coulson. Agent Romanov, Agent Barton, you are excused," Fury responded and Hawkeye gave a smile before hanging the IV back up on the stand.

"I have to practice," Hawkeye stated and gave Coulson's uninjured shoulder a gentle squeeze before he left.

Fury watched them leave and shook his head at the fact Coulson was still trying to dress. "Start from when Roswell joined up till you confronted him," Fury ordered.

"The first time or the second time?" Coulson asked.

"Depends on if you want to press charges or not. As it is, he's already being held on defecting and suspicion of terrorism, and that's just from S.W.O.R.D. He's being charged by S.H.I.E.L.D. for the abuse and demoralization of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, but if the agent doesn't come forth, those charges will have to be dropped," Fury answered.

"Well, it's a pity he completely screwed over more then one person," Coulson commented.

Fury glared. "I was talking about you, Phil," he responded and Coulson gave a shrug with his uninjured shoulder.

The one-eyed director glared and then sat back slightly. "Start with what happened over the course of this mission," Fury demanded.

Coulson looked up from where he had gotten on his jacket on and nodded once. With efficiency that Fury found annoying and relieving, Coulson began to relate what had happened over the course of Roswell being on this mission.

Fury began to write a report. He rarely did, but considering the man he sent to debrief everyone, normally, was sitting there and in need of debriefing, he could handle the 'demotion' for awhile.

Besides, no one else was willing to do it outside of the Avengers and Coulson wouldn't have told them anything.

Fury finished up the report and focused on Coulson, who stared back. "It is the decision of Director Fury, after hearing about what occurred during the mission, that Agent Coulson is to go to a mandatory psychiatric sessions, twice a week," Fury finalized and the agent seemed to actually consider glaring.

"Very well Director Fury," he consented.

"Hawkeye's been riding you to get counseling sessions too?" Fury commented and the way Coulson seemed to glare told Fury that was so.

"We're moving to one of our bases in a warmer climate," Fury continued.

Coulson glanced away from him. "It's in Malibu, isn't it?' he asked eventually.

"I thought you'd enjoy Stark's hospitality again," Fury answered.

Coulson sighed softly. "How is this supposed to help my mental health you're so concerned about?" he asked.

"Don't question your boss," Fury responded.

Coulson gave a look before he nodded. "Besides, it's only until Roswell is before the board. We'll have S.H.I.E.L.D.'s councilor heading out twice a week. Stark has a soundproof room that is not bugged," Fury explained and Coulson just nodded.

Fury stood up and nodded. "I'll see you in Malibu, Agent Coulson. And I'll tell Hawkeye he can come in now," he stated and opened the door.

"We're done," Fury told the nonchalant Hawkeye before he walked off.

Hawkeye watched Director Fury walk away and then he headed in to see Coulson sitting there, glaring at the wall. "Phil?" Hawkeye called softly.

"It is in Director Fury's strong opinion that I receive psychiatric sessions twice a week…while we all recover in Malibu at Stark's mansion," Coulson repeated in a very calm voice.

Hawkeye sighed and then gently sat next to him. "All right then," Hawkeye murmured and gave Coulson a gentle kiss.

"You're going to have to deal with my nightmares," Coulson warned.

"I'll live."

Coulson just sighed and carefully used Hawkeye as a support.