Mama I'm in love with a criminal
And this type of love isn't rational,
It's physical
Mama please don't cry, I will be alright
All reason aside
I just can't deny, love the guy
Clint blinked awake, groaning as his whole body hurt, specifically his chest and shoulder. He wiped the sleep from his eyes, accessing the surrounding area. It looked like a hospital, but the door was open and he could see that it was anything but. Men and women in black bustled by, some holding weapons, and some with paperwork.
He took a deep breath to calm himself. He remembered everything, of course. He hadn't got a hit on the head or anything. He knew he was probably at Phil's place of work and that it probably wasn't a good thing. Before he could conceive any escape plans, the light from the doorway was blackened out as a man stepped in the room.
"Hello Hawkeye." Clint tensed. He eyed the large man in the doorway. Nick Fury calmly walked in, stopping at his bedside. They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Clint relaxed some.
"It is interesting. How you managed to turn my own agent, one of my most collected, loyal agents, into a panicking, untrustworthy man." Fury stated coolly. Clint bristled.
"Hey! Phil is one of the most trustworthy people I have ever met! Probably the only trustworthy person I have ever met." Clint snapped. Fury studied him and he crossed his arms.
Instantly he groaned, releasing his arms. He rubbed the bandage area of his chest. Fury nodded, looking much too happy about his pain to make Clint feel comfortable.
"You got shot. It-"
"I know." Clint cut him off stubbornly. Fury sighed.
"Of course Coulson would fall in love with an unruly jackass." He mumbled, and Clint narrowed his eyes. Before he could defend himself, Fury continued, "As I was saying, it almost killed you. Luckily enough for you, Coulson was quick and got you to the medical wing in time for them to remove the bullet and stitch up the wound. You're a lucky little son of bitch. The bullet somehow manage to avoid anything vital." Clint snorted.
"Don't feel lucky…" he murmured. Fury nodded, standing.
"Yeah. That will last for a few months. After that's healed up, you can start your field work." He turned and started leaving the room.
"Wait, what?" Clint leaned up, ignoring the twinge in his chest. Eyebrows furrowed, he waited. Fury snorted.
"It's either I give you a job or I lose one of my best agents. Unfortunately, this was the lesser of two evils." Fury told him, "Your handler will be here to go over your job description in a short amount of time." With that, he exited.
Clint leaned back, stunned. He had a lot to think about.
Thinking turned out to be sleeping. He fell asleep and when he woke up, it was to soft kisses all over his face. He blinked awake, seeing Phil. He smiled brightly.
"Hey! Look who it is." He stretched, then immediately winced. Phil shook his head.
"Be careful. No sudden or strenuous movements." He advised. Clint nodded. He looked at the other man more carefully.
"What's wrong?" he questioned. Phil shook his head, before slowly burying his face in Clint's neck. Clint gave him a few moments of deep breathing.
"I thought you were dead. There was so much blood. It looked like you were going to die. It was horrifying…" Phil finally muttered after a few silent moments.
"I'm okay." He said softly. He still had some problems about trust to work out with Phil, but he had a feeling everything would work out in the end. "I swear." Phil released a deep sigh, before slowly pulling back.
"Okay-"
Clint pulled him back in, pressing their lips together. He felt the twitch of a smile pulling at Phil's lips and let his own grin show. After a few moments, Phil pulled back, expression stern. Clint gave him an innocent look.
"Okay. Agent Barton," Coulson smirked slightly, pulling a file from the bag at his feet, "As your handler, I will be giving you jobs to complete and assisting you throughout them. Your first job is an Italian drug lord…."
Silence reigned.
Not for long.
"Holy crap, by the book Coulson actually did that?!" Tony questioned. Before either of them could comment on that, others started talking over him.
"How did I not make those connections?" Natasha shook her head, pieces of a very obvious puzzle coming together in her head. "You never mentioned a name, but when we met years later I should have known the instant I met Coulson. I just thought it was a different man, a different agency." She started muttering Russian curses under her breath, annoyed with herself for not realizing sooner. Clint just laughed at her.
"You were a criminal?" Steve blinked in surprise. "How long ago was this?" he asked warily.
"Don't doubt him. It was over a decade ago." Phil snapped protectively. Steve held up his hands in surrender and Clint hooked an arm through Phil's nuzzling into his arm.
"This story reminds me of the tale of the great warrior and the sly trickster. There once was a…" Whatever story Thor was beginning to tell was spoken over.
"Everyone! Hold on!" Tony exclaimed, waving his hands in the air. He leaned forward, eyes and face serious. The others silenced and Phil and Clint looked to him expectantly.
"After all this, when Legolas was bleeding out and Coulson said he would 'prove his love,' he meant sex right?"
R & R.