Intervention Part 1
Author: Spoilers for Agents of SHIELD episode 8 & 9, if you haven't seen that far. I hope you have though.
Sexual content, a bitchy Coulson & Agents of SHIELD X-over. I own nobody. Ty lots Ghostwriter for the R&R.
"You should go see them." May whispered.
Coulson looked up from where he sat beside Skye to see May leaning against the doorframe. Her hair was tied up in a messy ponytail & she had a bruise on the right side of her neck. He remembered how shockingly at peace his lovers had looked rumpled, warm & satisfied.
"It's been ten months. They've probably moved on." he sighed.
Natasha was beautiful & she knew it.
God did she know it.
Clint was handsome & though occasionally shy, flirted when he felt comfortable enough.
They both drew plenty of attention from both men & women.
"You know that's not true." she told him, sliding his tablet from him & typing in his password.
She didn't even have to try to guess it.
Nobody who knew him well would ever have to.
And of course his background featured the two most important people in his life.
Natasha wore a beautiful gold dress with a plunging neckline & her long flame red hair rolled over her shoulders.
Clint was dressed in pale grey suit jacket & black slacks, locked in a kiss with Natasha with his arms wrapped around her waist.
There were butterfly stitches across her temple & a bandage peeked from under his collar.
She shook her head as she opened a file labeled "Clint".
"Date: 08/17/2013. Agent: Clint Barton. Base of Operations: Avengers Tower. Mental state: stable. Emotional state: Mildly unstable at times. Suffering from bouts of mild depression. Linked to loss of handler Phil Coulson." she read.
"Enough May." he whispered as she opened a second file.
"Date: 10/23/2013. Agent: Natasha Romanoff. Base of Operations: Avengers Tower. Mental state: stable. Emotional state: Unstable. Prone to emotional break downs..."
"Enough! I have guilt tripped myself enough over allowing them to believe I'm dead!" Coulson snapped, snatching his tablet from her.
To her credit May did not flinch. "Then do something about it. Or I will." she told him.
Coulson glared at her retreating back until the door slid shut behind her.
Only then did May allow herself a slight shiver.
"Where did you go? Ward yawned from his bed as May slid into his tiny room.
"To talk to Coulson." she whispered, locking the door.
"What about?" Ward asked, sitting up.
"Nothing for you to worry about." she assured him as she crawled back into his bed.
"Are you okay?" Ward asked, sliding over her & gently sinking his teeth into the bruise on her neck.
"I'm fine." she hissed, biting down on the dark bruise on his arm.
What right did Phil have to lecture them about sleeping with teammates? He slept with Barton & Romanoff routinely until ten months ago.
None at all she decided as Ward tossed her shorts away.