Chatting With Exes

Bobbi nodded at Clint as he walked up to her, he smiled back at her brightly.

"Hello, Barbara."

"Clinton."

"Nice to see you again."

"Always nice to see you, Clint."

"I know."

"Though I am pleased that this time involves less blood and pain."

"That wasn't my fault," Clint said. "Sitwell sent us into that warehouse with bad intel."

"Does make you wonder if it was deliberate now," she said.

"Nope, Coulson backed him on that op and then…well…I made him nurse me back to health."

She rolled her eyes at him and saw Lance watching them from the edge of the quinjet bay. "So, you're married."

"I hear you got married too."

"And divorced."

"I was widowed for a while," Clint said. "But it just didn't stick."

"I'm sorry," she said softly. Not that anything she and Clint had had was soft.

"I got him back," Clint said. "Three years was a small price to pay for getting him back for the rest of the time we can have."

"But you're leaving?"

"Only to get some stuff," Clint said. "I doubt anyone would want me walking around naked when I'm not in uniform."

Bobbi smiled, she had always enjoyed Clint's company – he had always had his own way of looking at the world, and a lovely sense of humour. "I can think of a few people who wouldn't mind a look."

"And one man in particular who doesn't share," Clint said, smiling happily.

"Something you have in common."

"Yep."

"So, you're going to be sticking around?"

"For as long as I can," Clint told her, smiling softly when Director Coulson walked into the hangar bay.

"We should spar some time."

"I can feel the daggers in my back already."

Bobbi smiled at him. "I've learned a few tricks since last we sparred."

"Then I look forward to it."

Captain America and Natasha Romanoff walked into the bay and Clint moved over towards them. Bobbi moved over to stand next to Lance and Simmons.

"So, that's Clinton?" Lance asked.

"Yes." Bobbi told him, knowing that this would lead to a 'conversation' but not really ready to have it yet.

"He's leaving?" Simmons asked. "I thought he and Coulson were married."

"He's going to his stuff," Bobbi explained. "Then he'll be coming back. He's not going to be leaving Coulson anytime soon."

"Grand," Lance said, watching Clint.

Bobbi turned to look at the scene.

Coulson handed Captain America a large, thick envelope. "Everything we have on the Winter Soldier."

"I thought we had it all," Captain America said.

"We have old SSR files," Coulson explained. "And this," he handed over another, smaller envelope. "That is for your free time; something else to focus on."

Captain Rogers frowned and opened the envelope. He pulled out the papers and flicked through them. "How did you know?"

Coulson looked embarrassed. "I was going to suggest it to you when we met. But, I missed the calm after the fight."

"Thank you."

"Anytime, Captain Rogers."

"Please call me Steve."

"This is my contact number, Steve, if you need anything call me."

"Thank you, Phil."

"And if you do it, I'd love to see a copy."

Captain America smiled brightly and shook Coulson's hand. "I'll get us ready to fly."

"Goodbye, Steve."

"Phil." Captain America nodded and then stepped onto the quinjet they had arrived in.

Coulson turned to Romanoff and his lips quirked. "Best of luck with that talk."

"Best of luck with Hawkeye."

Coulson flat our smiled at her this time. "Don't be a stranger."

Romanoff shrugged. "I know where your secret base is."

Coulson nodded at her and she quirked an eyebrow at him. They appeared to have a short non-verbal conversation and then Nat stepped closer and winked at him before she turned and walked onto the plane.

"I see your conversation went well," Clint said.

"Very." Coulson said, drily.

"Good, I'll be back tonight. Then I'll keep that promise from earlier." Clint's tone was dripping with innuendo.

Coulson turned to look at Clint and the archer launched himself over and kissed Coulson. Bobbi looked away. She could see Simmons staring, though the expression on her face said she wasn't sure how she felt about watching. Lance just looked smug.

"That is not something I ever…ex…ex…thought I'd see the Di…Coulson doing," Fitz said from behind them.

"You should all be careful when opening cupboards and closets," May told them.

"Why?" Skye asked.

May frowned. "Personal experience."

Skye groaned. "I don't think I'm old enough to know about this."

Fitz laughed. "It's…good."

"It is," Simmons agreed. "Coulson deserves to be happy."

"He certainly looks happy," Lance said.

Bobbi looked back to see Clint pull away, salute at their little group, and turn to jog jauntily towards the quinjet. Coulson moved over to stand with them. None of them commented on the kiss but, when they turned to leave after the quinjet had flown away, Skye fell into step next to Coulson and nudged him with her elbow.

"Yes, Skye?"

"Is he coming back?"

"Yes, and we'll be having a talk about private and public affection."

"Good luck with that," Bobbi said. "I know how well Clint falls into line."

Coulson smirked. "I have my ways of convincing him." Then he turned and walked away from them.

Bobbi couldn't help but laugh; she had a feeling things were going to be getting interesting around The Playground with Hawkeye around.

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