A/N thanks for your support everyone. Another prompt fic. Hope you enjoy.

Prompt: "Just take my hand."

Coulson's POV

It had been months since the fact that he was alive was thrust upon the Avengers. They had not taken being lied to well. If Nick's expression was anything to go by he hadn't expected the results they received.

Stark was giving them both the cold shoulder. His dark eyes would follow them anytime they were in the same room together. Conversations if one could call them that were short and to the point. Stark never initiated them with Phil or Nick any longer. While Phil had a room at Avengers Tower it didnt feel welcoming.

Banner was probably the most accepting of the group. He didnt go out of his way to talk to Phil but he didnt actively avoid him either. At the very least they could hold a conversation.

Thor was the next most accepting but he was almost never around. His own planet had its troubles. So unless they actively needed him, he was gone.

Then there were the two he was closest to. They had taken the lies the worst and one had up and disappeared.

Natasha Romanov was someone he considered a friend. The coldness in her eyes when she looked at him now was worse than when she first arrived at SHIELD. There was no trust within them and she like Stark went out of her way to avoid him. Betrayal hung between them and he was expecting retribution at any time. Something he felt he deserved. Following orders was not an excuse for keeping things from her. They had bent and broken the rules on numerous occasions for each other.

Finally there was the missing archer and close friend Clint Barton. The utter betrayal on his face when he saw Phil hurt. There wasnt a chance for him to explain himself. Clint had taken off and even the best minds of SHIELD could not find him.

However there were rumors. An old mercenary had come out of retirement. They called him Ronin. While he was searching for leads on Clint he had found a connection between them. There was a possibility that Ronin knew where the other was. They had after all worked together before.

This prompted Phil to go to the French Merchant Quarter. Supposedly Ronin was out here somewhere. Phil used his skills to hide within the crowd watching carefully.

It was while he was watching the cafe across the street he saw a male in grey and black with his face covered stand on the window sill. Phil only just stopped himself from standing. Hazel eyes watched as the male who could only be Ronin jump from the sill.

Ronin landed on the awning below the window. Without any hesitation the other rolled off the awning. People stopped in the streets watching even as shouts came from the building.

Phil caught the way Ronin favored his right leg. Even in pain the man ran into a nearby alley. Not one to pass up on the opportunity he followed.

Ronin saw him and took off as fast as his leg allowed. Phil kept up with only slight difficulty. He allowed the mercenary to gain some ground rather than risk a fight.

The chase lasted for a good while before it ended at a dead end. Muffled curses sprung from Ronin as he turned to face Phil who approached. Now that was closer he saw the hilt of a sword, a bow, and several other weapons.

What truly caught his attention was the ice blue eyes that were familiar. They were the same ice blue eyes that he had seen years ago. Clint Barton was Ronin.

"What do you want?" Questioned the other roughly.

"To help you, Clint," replied Phil holding his hands out nonthreatening.

Blue eyes flashed in anger as he snapped, "I dont need your help, liar. I'm doing just fine on my own."

Phil raised an eyebrow as he looked pointedly at the wound, "Really? You seem to be injured more so than when you did missions for SHIELD."

"Fuck off, Coulson."

Clint tried to move around him and head towards the exit. Halfway there his injured leg decided to fold out from under him. Worry filled Phil as he tried to help but he was pushed away.

Coulson sighed, "I know your angry. I understand why you're angry. But I didnt mean to lie to you."

"Then why did you?" Petulantly questioned the man.

"Nick didnt give me much choice," he answered honestly, "I was still healing until recently. I was just getting my feet under me again when he sprung your arrival on me."

Ice blue eyes searched his hazel eyes looking for any signs of deceit. Not finding any he looked away.

Phil held out his hand, ""Just take my hand."