#Daily Phlint

[the-feels-assassin]

Weekly Writing Update

I didn't write as much as I wanted to this week, but I did make progress in the Phlint Christmas fic! This fic takes place Dec 22 - Jan 2, and I'm currently about halfway through Dec 27, so we're about halfway there I'd say?

In this scene, Phil had been talking to his teenage nephew about his time in the Army until Natasha came in and basically scared the nephew off lol.

“Did you interrupt for a particular reason?” Phil asked, without accusation. Natasha rarely had a bad reason for doing anything she did. “You were selling yourself short,” Natasha responded. She slipped across the kitchen, leaning on the counter next to him. “It’s not just your old staff sergeant and Fury who are makers of men—and women. It’s you. Phil Coulson.” Phil frowned, and Natasha laid a hand on his arm. “Don’t forget who you are, Coulson.” As if he could forget, when standing in his ancestral home surrounded by his mother’s things. Everything in this house, in this family reminded him of exactly who he was—that lost and angry teenage boy who’d been shipped off to the Army as a last ditch effort to fix him. “How can I forget when my entire family is currently reminding me daily.” “No,” Natasha’s voice was soft but firm, her eyes soft as she studied him. “That’s not who you are. And they are not your family.” She leaned up and pressed her lips to his cheek. “Don’t forget who you belong to,” she said, her lips brushing his cheek. And then she pulled away, disappearing from the kitchen before he could react or pull his thoughts together. Phil’s hand strayed up to his cheek, skimming the spot where her lips had touched. Natasha Romanoff had never kissed him before, at least not outside of a mission where a cover called for it. In fact, Phil had never seen her kiss anyone other than Clint. Clint, who was her world, her family, hers. Don’t forget who you belong to. Phil’s fingers fell from the cheek where the Black Widow had marked him to his pocket where the ring hid.

Current word count is 95,365 words.

[avidreader6]

Gotta Get Back to Hogwarts

It’s been a long time since I did Daily Phlint and I want to get back to it. When @twangcat started it, I really enjoyed it. 

And since I started the first time with a Hogwarts AU, how bout another one? This time with Headmaster Phil and Care of Magical Creatures Prof Clint. 

Watch for the ‘Read more’

Clint had just returned the last of the baby nifflers to their enclosure when heard the sounds of a throat being cleared behind him. Smiling to himself, he looked at the litter of nifflers and their mother. “Now, no more sneaking inside. Hill will have my head if you make off with the goblets she needs for class again.”

Shutting and locking the enclosure, Clint turns and pockets the key. The Headmaster continues to stand close, just watching.

“Something I can do for you, Headmaster?”

“Yes. A group of Slytherins have discovered a kneazle with a litter of kittens. I was hoping you could come and take a look and let them know if they’re okay.”

“Can do.” Clint takes a step closer, but keeps his hands to himself, not wanting to dirty the Headmaster’s pristine suit. “Want me to find some space for them out here, too?”

“If you wouldn’t mind? I don’t want the students distracted with exams coming.”

“Not a problem. I don’t have any more classes today so I can come up to the castle with you.” When the Headmaster doesn’t move, Clint takes another step closer, leaving almost no space between them. This close he can see just how blue the Headmaster’s eyes are. “Unless there’s something else, Headmaster?”

The Headmaster says nothing, just reaches out and hauls Clint close, taking his mouth in a fierce kiss. Clint melts into the kiss, hands finally moving and coming up to get ahold of Coulson, no longer caring about keeping his suit clean.

When Coulson pulls away, his lips are red and swollen and his eyes are locked with Clint’s. He’s trying to look serious, but the corners of his mouth are starting to curve up. “You’re a menace.”

“Couldn’t help myself. You’ve been stuck in meetings with the school governors and Fury all this week. Had to rile ya up somehow. Remind you what you’ve been missing.”

“And an ‘I miss you,’ just didn’t cut it?” Phil’s smiling now, eyes sparkling. He performs a wordless cleaning charm and his suit is back to being as pristine and wrinkle-free as it had been before.

“Nope.” Clint pops the ‘p’ extra hard and winks at Phil. “Are there really kneazle kittens or you looking for some afternoon delight?”

Twin spots of red appear on Phil’s cheeks. “There really are kittens. A couple of students told Natasha about them.”

Clint starts walking toward the castle, knowing Phil will follow. “What do you think she does to get her students to tell her so much? Is it just a Slytherin thing?”

It only takes a few steps for Phil to catch up and start walking abreast with Clint. “Not sure. She’s strict but fair and students respond to that.”

“But?”

Phil chuckles. “She was also a spy in the war. There are plenty of rumors flying around that you can’t keep secrets around Professor Romanoff because she will always find out.”

The laugh Clint lets out is loud and he has to stop a moment to catch his breath. “She of course says nothing to dispel these rumors, I’m guessing.”

“Correct.” They start walking again, both of them enjoying the last of the early spring warmth. “Her snakes are certainly more well behaved than Stark’s eagles.”

“They still pranking Rogers’s lions?”

“Yes, but less now. Since Steve proposed this Christmas, Tony has been encouraging inter-House cooperation.”

“Thank, Merlin. I was getting tired of taking points from students.”

They meet Natasha outside the entrance to the Slytherin dorms. She lets them in and shows them the closet the mother kneazle has taken residence in.

Clint opens the door and peeks inside. He hears Phil ask, “do you know how many kittens there are? I want to make sure none of the students have absconded with any.”

Grateful that Phil thought to ask, Clint kneels in the closet and holds out his hand to the mother. “Hey there, mama. Mind if I give you and the kids a quick check?”

The kneazle sniffs at Clint’s hand and when she doesn’t hiss, scratch, or try to bite, Clint takes that as the sign he’s good to get closer.

He shuffles closer to the kneazles and does a quick count. He’s stroking the mother’s stomach to make sure everything is as it should be when Phil’s voice filters into the closet. “There should be six kittens.”

Clint strokes six tiny fluffy heads and sees no obvious issues. “Yup, I’ve got six,” he spots something tiny near the back of the closet and reaches out. Pulling the extra kitten to his chest, he adds, “make that seven kittens. Got a runt here.”

He stands and holds the tiny blonde kitten close to his chest. Phil studies him, eyes wary. “Is it?”

“It’s alive.” He holds out the kitten. “Hold it for a second?”

Once Phil’s got it, Clint tugs off his scarf and wraps it around the pocket-sized kitten.

“Clint?” Phil’s voice is wary, as if he already knows what Clint is thinking.

“Come on, Phil, every Headmaster needs a mascot. You can name them, Cap and teach them to guard your office. Little love and care and they’ll be good as new.

When he sees Phil stroke the fluffy blonde head, he knows he’s won.

“What do I need?”

Clint leans over and kisses him on the cheek. “I’ve got everything in my case. I’ll take the mama and the little ones outside and bring what you need to your office.”

Natasha appears with a box and a blanket and helps Clint get everyone situated. “Take care of them.”

“Don’t worry, Nat. This is literally part of my job.” Natasha says nothing, just narrows her eyes at Clint. “They will get the best of care and whichever one you’ve decided is yours will come to you as soon as they’re old enough.”

Slender fingers stroke the mama’s head. “This one is mine. She can come back when she is ready.”

“Soon as the babies are weaned, she’s all yours.” WIth the way the mother kneazle is purring under Natasha’s attention, Clint knows that, no matter what, she would have found her way back into the castle.

He adds a lightening charm to the box and moves around Phil and Natasha to the entrance. “Coming with me, Phil, or want to wait for me in your office?”

Phil adjusts Clint’s scarf around the kitten and looks up at Clint. “I’ll come with you.”

Since there are no students around, Clint sneaks another kiss to Phil’s cheek. “Great! I can always use another set of hands.” He turns to Natasha, “remind the 5th years, unicorns are coming up, will you?”

“I will.” She looks over his shoulder at Phil. “Now go before the Headmaster decides his office needs him more.”

“Don’t worry,” Clint waggles his eyebrows. “Phil loves helping me out with all the creatures in my case. Reckon you won’t see us til dinner.”

[lauramkaye]

BY the way I posted a new thing!

Not the birdman thing. That’s still in progress. This is a different thing. About being homesick and having jet lag and coming home to sex and snuggles. It’s sooooooooooo fluffy.

[adamantsteve]

Clint and Phil are both figure skaters - Phil dances solo and Clint dances with Natasha. They both train at the same rink, watching each other dance when they’re waiting their turn on the ice. Natasha rolls her eyes and huffs at them constantly, but they don’t communicate much beyond polite nods when they pass one another. 

One night Phil comes to the rink late at night expecting to find it empty, but he finds Clint skating alone - he’s dancing one of Phil’s routines. Phil is spellbound - he’s not even thinking when he steps onto the ice and joins him. Clint falters for a moment but then continues the routine with Phil beside him.

The music ends and the music for Clint’s pair skating routine with Natasha begins, and the spell is almost broken, but Phil’s seen their dance enough times to know some of it - he’s not as well studied as Clint is, but they manage a semblance of grace together, hand in hand and laughing as they make their way through the steps. Phil pretends he’s going to do Natasha’s jumps, but then laughs and skates into Clint’s arms instead, and then the music seems to fade away as they stand in the centre of the ice, arm in arm, breathing the same air as they move ever closer together for a kiss…

[taketheshot21]

I'm so happy!

Sod Christmas, I just got the daily AO3 kudos email and my Phlint soulmate fic 'Find.(me.please.)' has reached 1000 kudos!

It's amazing to think that so many people have read it and bothered to tell me that they liked it, I'm dancing round my kitchen (it's not pretty but I'm happy!)

Thank you every single one of you who has read, commented or left kudos, you've just made my year 😘

[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

It's More and It's Amazing

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2oUAtyC

by QuinnMGrey

Second installment in the Adventures in Phlinting series. it's a continuation of the first part at first because I didn't want it to be too long but life at the compound slowly becomes repetitive and predictable, which bores Clint to his bones. He wants something different but doesn't want to leave the only family he has left.

additional characters and tags to be added as needed. I'll try to update daily but I can't promise anything.

Words: 1075, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Adventures in Phlinting

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Nathaniel Pietro Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Lila Barton

Relationships: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson

Additional Tags: Childhood Trauma, Clint Barton Needs a Hug, Deaf Clint Barton, phlint - Freeform, Idiots in Love, Bucky Barnes Is a Good Bro

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2oUAtyC

[ao3feed-clintbarton]

by sianii

I just remembered that I had these lying aroung on tumblr, so I edited them and left them here for prosperity. Just some short, cute oneshots about my ClintCoulson headcanons.

1. Commitment: Phil realises he wants more with Clint. 2. Trauma and relief: Coulson died and came back, but Clint finds out way after the fact. 3. Breath: Clint isn't the most tidy person, but he sure has one pet peeve.

Words: 992, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Clint Barton, Phil Coulson

Relationships: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson

Additional Tags: Daily Phlint, writing challenge, Fluff

[multifandomfanficreclist]

Avengers et al Recs

A Ghost SR/Logan A Life of Dreams PC/CB A Partial Dictionary of the 21st Century A Reasonable Conclusion TS/BB Advantages L/Th Ain't No Grave SR/BB All I've Got Left PC/CB Amazing Grace DL/CB Anchor Point C/D Another Last Chance SR/BB Arc Tremors Armed and Dangerous TS/BB/SR Arms and the Man (T/A) As Is PC/CB Bad Romance Barton's Sniper Club CB/BB Basic Bitches (CB/DL) Bea's Recs Billionaire Hooker (TS/SR) Black Coffee (PC/DL) Black Coffee (PC/DL) Blue Coat Bluebirds SR/TS Built Friends, Family Assigned Catch a Falling Star CB Sniper Club CB/BB Clint rec list Clint rec list Clint/Coulson lists Darcy Recs Date Night in A&E SR/BB Deadlocks and Daggers (TS/L) Debt TS/L Deep in the Heart TS/SR BB/CB Direction Series DL/SR DL: Agent of Shield DL/SR Don't Look Too Closely TS/SR Drown (Loki) Eight Months T/L End of My Rope TS/BB Enough to go Around Everything She Didn't Know DL/SR/BB Exit Wounds TS/L Gift of Asylum C/D Gonna Follow Me (SR/BB) Half Step Behind TS/L Happy Lights Hard Wired Assassin SR/BB Hearts and Bones SR/DL Heat (NR/BB) Honour Bound Honour Bound How SR got his groove back SR/DL Howling Commandos TS/SR I Fix Your Shit I'll Keep You Safe CB/BB I'll Pick Up the Slack - T/J I'm gonna be a part of it (BB/DL) I've got you blood... PC/CB Ice and Fire DL/SR/JBB If I Don't Wake Up (CB/SR) Infinite coffee SR/BB Iron Hard Man TS/BB Irreconcilable Differences BB/TS It Only Hurts When I Breathe TS/SR Just Stay Alive SR/S/BB Known Associates Like an Arrow Through a Flock of Doves PC/CB Line of Sight CB/PC Lion and Lamb DL/BB Lokasenna Long Range Reconnaissance (PC/CB) Lost Boys Love, Life, Empire (Thor/Quill) Magnetic TS/PP/SR Magnetic TS/PP/SR Male Order Brides CB/PC Marry Fuck Kill More Man Than You My Blue Eyed Boy SR/BB Natural Selection Never Cease To Fly TS/L Not About Superheroes TS/SR Not Defeated TS/L Off the Record TS/L On Nesting + On Attraction (CB/BB) Phil/Clint recs Phlint Recs Poppies of the Field BB/SR Problem Child PC/CB Pull Apart the Dark SR/BB Ready, Fire, Aim T/S Rec list Recs Recs by pairing Recs, multifandom but lots of Avengers Sanctity of Patience PC/CB Sandwich Verse Sandwich Verse SR/JB Second Law SR/BB Second Law SR/BB Semaphore T/S Series Shake It Out TS/BB et al Shatter T/L She Blinded Me With Political Science (DL/BB) She Who Must be Obeyed Simple, Not Easy C/D Sirens and Thunder SR/BB Sleeper DL/SR/BB Slow Growth Investment C/C/N Slow Work (SR/BB) Solve for X (TS/L) Something More Important. SR/BB wip Soul Meets Body CB/PC Sparklers SR/BB SR/BB/NR Star Spangled Hawks Stereobone TS/L Taking Action Taking Action Teach What You Know BB/SR That Which Your Seek DL/BB The Best of Three Worlds The Between Spaces TS/L The caged Hawk CB/SR The Daily Rogers The Honour Bound The Most Amazing Things TS/SR The Twice Told Tale TS/SR Through The Glass CB/PC Til We Get It Right BB/SW Tiny Spaces Unusual Weather (SR/BB) Waiting in the Wings (CB/PC) War, Children SR/BB Watch and Learn CB/PC What I Used to Be SR/BB Winter's Children BB/SR Without a Net CB/PC Words May Fail CB/PC You Might Need It Someday (CB/DL)

[mattsmanpain]

Break Up With Him (303 words) by Avidreader6 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson Characters: Phil Coulson, Clint Barton Additional Tags: Phone Calls, tipsy phil, Clint has a plan, Jealousy, Steve Rogers Is a Good Bro, Getting Together, Not Canon Compliant, Non powered au, Daily Phlint Series: Part 5 of Daily Phlint Summary:

Sometimes (very rarely) drunk dialing does work.

[avidreader6]

Daily Phlint- Guys Like Me

Okay so a few things.

1: It’s been a while since I’ve done a daily Phlint and I’m definitely working on fixing that

2: Thanks to @twangcat and @littlegirllostexplores for letting me indulge in what country songs suit Clint and Phil.

3: I’d love to do more of Country Singer Clint, but this song would not get out of my head. Guys Like Me

Clint had just finished recording his latest single when his manager, Phil burst into the live room, a piece of paper covered in Clint’s writing in his hand. “Clint, what is this?”

Setting his guitar in the stand, Clint told the sound engineers they could go and snatched the paper from Phil’s hand and grinned as he read the writing on it. “New song. Came to me last night after you had fallen asleep. What do you think?”

Phli’s cheeks are flushed and there’s a little hint of worry in his eyes. “It’s good, but you know you have to change some words, right?”

Sidling over, Clint wrapped his arms around Phil and kissed him once, wanting to erase the frown there. “Why?”

Clint felt Phil huff against his neck before kissing him back. “You know why.”

Sneaking a hand under Phil’s shirt so he could feel warm skin against his fingers, Clint smiled and kissed Phil again, just because he could. “What if I don’t want to?”

Phil stiffened and pushed away from Clint. He started to pace the room, one hand going through his hair. “Don’t joke, Clint.”

Clint let Phil pace for a minute before grabbing his arm and stopping him. “I’m not joking, Phil.” Phil was staring hard at the ground, and Clint rolled his eyes. “Please look at me, Phil. See that I’m not lying.”

Looking into clear, blue eyes, Phil knew Clint was telling the truth, he just didn’t know why. “Why, Clint? Why now?”

“Woulda thought that was obvious.”

“Well it’s not to me.”

Tugging on Phil’s arm, Clint led him out of the studio to Phil’s office where they could be alone. Pointing at the old beaten up couch they both liked to nap on, Clint said, “sit.”

Phil sat and Clint took the spot next to him, and took his hand. “I love you, Phil. So much and I’m tired of hiding it. All the reporters want to know is why I’m single. Every single one asks why I’ve sung so many love songs and don’t have someone special. They all think I’ve got some secret family hidden somewhere and I’d like them to know that that’s not true. That I’ve got you and you’re wonderful and perfect and mine.”

Listening to Clint’s words, Phil was at a loss. He had no idea Clint felt so strongly about him. “I love you too, Clint. I never wanted to do anything to hurt-”

“Stop right there. You’ve done nothing but make my career what it is, Phil Coulson. Since the night you approached me in that dive bar and told me you thought I could be a musician. You’ve taken care of me and made sure I had everything I needed. I fell for you that first night, but over the years it turned into real love and now, more than anything, I want everyone to know that I’ve found what I’ve been singing about.”

Phil rested his head on Clint’s shoulder. “If you’re sure.”

Clint kissed Phil on the top of the head. “I’m sure. I know I’ll probably either have to take a hiatus or give this up, but you’re worth it, Phil. I’ve got the big house and the nice truck, now I just need you there with me.”

Phil looked at his hand entwined with Clint’s and felt better. “I want that too, Clint.” Shifting closer to Clint, Phil added. “If you’re okay with it,I’ll call Pepper in the morning.”

“Sure. Why Pepper, though?”

“Remember when Tony Stark got photographed kissing that folk singer?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you also remember how he came out as bisexual and it was handled with grace and ease?”

“Kind of.”

Phil snorted. “Well that was all his manager, Pepper’s work. After you did that Crossroads with Tony, Pepper and I started talking. She had a lot of advice back then and I think she’ll be able to help once this song is released.”

“Good point. Definitely call Pepper. I’ll call Tony too. We’ve gotten friendly and since he’s been in the business so long, I’m sure he’ll have some tips.”

Phil gave Clint’s hand a squeeze. “Hopefully nothing too outrageous.” Clint rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to the corner of Phil’s mouth. Phil felt himself blush and turned so he could get a real kiss. “Don't know how I found a guy like you, but I’m so glad I did.”

Clint laughed and started singing in Phil’s ear. “Thank God there’s guys like you for guys like me.”

[lauramkaye]

Fic: Storage War

Based on a prompt by @kat-har. Archive post will follow shortly!

“You really don’t have to do this,” Phil said, hovering in the doorway.

“It’s really fine, babe,” Clint said, pulling out another box and coughing at the cloud of dust that billowed off it.

“I promise I didn’t ask you here intending to pawn off all the work. Maybe you could take a break until I—”

“Phil. It’s fine. It might just as well have been me getting called in.” Clint smiled at him, hoping it was reassuring. “I came to help, I’m gonna help.” He waved a hand at the storage unit, piled high with the detritus of Phil’s childhood and teenage years. “Unless you’ve changed your mind about just throwing it all in a U-Haul and driving it to New York—”

“Ugh,” Phil said. “No. We’d end up storing it for another decade before we found the time to deal with it.”

“Then let me help you,” Clint said. Reaching out, he snagged Phil’s hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, scraped a little from where he’d barked his hand on the wall trying to get the rusted padlock open. “That’s what marriage is all about, right? For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, for clearing out thirty-year-old storage units…”

Phil chuckled, turning his hand to cup Clint’s cheek. “I don’t remember that part in the vows.”

“It was right before the part about worshipping each other with our bodies,” Clint said.

“Ah, my favorite part.” Phil bent to kiss him, quick and soft. “I’ll be as fast as I can.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Clint said. “I’ll have fun. Maybe if I’m lucky there’ll be baby pictures.”

Phil rolled his eyes. “More likely to be awkward, pimply middle-school pictures.”

“I bet you were adorable. Go, help catch the bad guys while I work on sorting the greatest fashion hits of the early 80s.” He reached into a nearby box and pulled out a “Frankie Says Relax” t-shirt. “I think I might take this one home.” Phil laughed. “Just remember the size of our apartment when you’re deciding what you want to keep,” he said. “I’ll see you for dinner.”

“Sure thing.”

Clint smiled to himself as he watched Phil leave, then settled in to continue working through the massive pile of stuff. Phil had ignored the storage unit containing the contents of his mom’s house for decades; he’d still be ignoring it, if the facility wasn’t closing down, slated to give way to a new block of hipster lofts or something. So Clint, being a good partner, had taken some leave time and joined Phil in Wisconsin to deal with it.

They’d already worked through the furniture, picking out a few pieces to keep and donating the rest along with most of Phil’s mom’s clothes and personal items. What was left was mostly all Phil’s things. Honestly, Clint was kind of looking forward to going through them; he’d never known Phil as a kid, and there was something precious about seeing his carefully packed boxes of comics, the handmade quilt in red, white, and blue stars, the worn and ragged ear of a much-loved stuffed bear.

Clint had prioritized the things it would be easy to sort: outdated clothes that wouldn’t fit them, furnishings that had seen better days, an ancient cracked clock radio. The comics were easy, too, in the other direction; Clint wasn’t sure if Phil would want to keep or sell them, but he knew Phil would want to go over the collection in more detail.

He set aside a box of 8-tracks, humming Devo to himself, opened a box labeled “notebooks” in neat block print, and stuttered to a halt, blinking rapidly.

The box did contain a number of three-ring binders and spiral notebooks, but that wasn’t all; right on the top was some sort of comb-bound, copy-shop booklet which bore on the cover an overblown illustration of Captain America. Cap was tied to a post, his uniform shirt ripped to highlight his bulging muscles, and a masked Hydra goon was threatening him with a gun while cowering away from Peggy Carter, who was wearing a military uniform and brandishing a laser gun that Clint was pretty sure wasn’t historically accurate. Above Cap’s head, a hand-lettered title proclaimed the publication to be called “Rule Britannia.”

“Oh my god,” Clint said, and dove into the box with glee.

Some time later, he’d examined a remarkable number of Captain America fanzines. The earlier ones were general-purpose, with articles about Project Rebirth and the European Theater and, in one case, a painfully adorable letter from a fourteen-year-old Phil about the importance of the Howling Commandoes and Peggy Carter to the success of the SSR during the war. Later on, though, the general zines gave way to more focused ones, and Clint had to hold back his joyful giggles by main force. He’d found baby Phil’s stash of secret erotic Captain America fanfiction.

Best. Day. Ever.

Surprisingly, Phil’s interest seemed pretty evenly split between seeing Cap with Peggy Carter and seeing him with Bucky Barnes. Clint would have predicted Carter all the way, based on Phil's deeply nerdy obsession with her (and it was deeply, deeply nerdy, like, topic-of-his-graduate-thesis nerdy), but apparently Phil's appreciation for a smart-mouthed sniper was of longer duration than Clint had previously realized. 

Tempted though he was, Clint didn’t take the time to read the stories; there just wasn’t time. He contented himself with thumbing through the zines, looking for bookmarks, stray notes, or other signs that might show him which ones had been Phil’s favorites. Unfortunately, Phil seemed to have been just as meticulous then as he was now, and the zines were in remarkable condition for their age. Clint set the last of them aside in a pile and picked up one of the spiral notebooks. 

It had Cap’s shield on it, of course, and was well used, the corners worn and the spiral starting to work its way out of the top. Clint smiled, flipping open the cover. He felt a pang at the sight of younger Phil’s handwriting, recognizably similar to the way he wrote now, but more cautious, the letters formed deliberately as though Phil had been trying hard to keep it neat. Then he stopped looking at the page and started reading it, and he had to stop and clutch it to his chest in delight. 

Phil hadn’t just read Captain America fanfiction. He had written it. 

Clint sat his ass down on the dusty concrete floor of the storage unit and started perusing his treasure. 

Honestly, if Clint had ever considered the question he would have said that baby Phil’s stories would feature a thinly-disguised version of himself. Fictional Phil might be a previously unknown Howling Commando, or maybe some other kind of ally—a soldier, or part of the French Resistance, or a British spy—who came through in a tight spot to save Cap’s life and/or mission. (Which wasn’t really that far-fetched; it was pretty much the same kind of thing that adult Phil did for his agents now.) Possibly the stories might have ended with Cap showing his appreciation by inviting fictional Phil to bed, or at least with a manly embrace of gratitude. After all, wasn’t that was what teenage stories were for? Trying on scenarios, writing about the life you wish you had. Clint hadn’t been much for writing as a kid, but he’d sure as hell spun up enough daydreams, trying to fall asleep when it seemed like every inch of his body hurt. Daydream Clint was the star of the circus. Daydream Clint had a family who loved him. Daydream Clint had money, had a home, was the best archer in the world.

Daydream Clint had lived a life pretty much like the one Clint had now, actually, if you swapped out the circus for SHIELD. Clint kind of wished he could go back in time and tell his skinny, scared teenage self the good news. Stick with it, kid, things will turn out great for you one day.

Anyway, Clint wanted to know what Daydream Phil was like. Phil, being Phil, had helpfully dated each of his notebooks, so Clint piled them up in order, grabbed the earliest one, and started reading.

An hour later, he set the next-to-last notebook down, rubbing at his eyes. For all that Phil’s zine collection ran to happy romantic endings, the stuff Phil had actually written was pretty much the opposite. Clint knew—he’d known for years—that Phil’d had trouble as a kid, trying to reconcile his bisexuality with his dream of going into the Army. But Clint had never expected to see all of young Phil’s confusion and anger and hurt and fear projected onto stories about his boyhood hero. 

The Steve Rogers in Phil’s stories was pained and unsure, in love with Bucky and Peggy both and struggling to find a resolution that didn’t hurt either of them. The plots were pretty clichéd, and the prose was a bit overblown, but the emotions came through clearly. Steve Rogers, as Phil had seen him, felt like he had no good choices, torn between Peggy, Bucky, and his moral obligation to fight Hydra. If he went with Bucky, he lost Peggy and neglected his duty; if he went with Peggy, he lost Bucky, and felt guilty for allowing society to dictate who he loved. Just because he loved a woman, that didn’t mean he wanted his choice of partner forced by anything but himself. Clint wondered why it had never occurred to Phil to put Captain America in a fictional ménage-à-trois. It would present a neat solution to the whole love triangle issue, at any rate. Although he supposed it was probably a lot harder to think outside that particular box in the days before the internet. Who was supposed to be the role model, Three’s Company? Ugh.

The last notebook was all one, long story, and it was the most heartbreaking of all. In it, Cap was pining for his two loves as per Phil’s usual, but every other chapter was a short story where Steve imagined what would happen in a different scenario. Clint read a description of Steve and Bucky leaving the Army to live together, their happiness soured by Steve’s guilt over leaving the war. He read an account of Steve marrying Peggy and Bucky marrying someone named Lorraine. The two men set up housekeeping next door to one another, named their children after each other, while Steve tried to use his real happiness to bury the part of himself that never stopped wanting Bucky. There was a chapter where—finally—Phil had considered the possibility of polyamory, and Steve daydreamed about a life where they all got a house together, where Steve had a wife and a husband both, but even in that fantasy world they spent their time hiding, from the Army or the press or the neighbors, sending Bucky on false dates to try to keep their secret. Not one of the scenarios had a happy ending, all of them going back to the same place: Cap, alone and hopeless and pretending everything was fine. The story ended as Cap was piloting the crashing plane, giving himself one final dream as the water rose up around him. He dreamed of Bucky being found, alive after all, and he and Peggy comforting each other. They’d be perfect for each other, Steve thought, brilliant and beautiful together, and they would have amazing children with dark wavy hair and maybe they’d name the first boy Steve. 

Clint read the final lines of the story, his chest aching.

It was for the best, Steve thought, taking one last gasping breath before the water closed over his head. They both deserved the best. They both deserved a happy ending.

Clint closed the notebook and took a deep, shaky breath. He was not going to cry over ancient Captain America fanfiction, he wasn’t. 

He might possibly be going to cry a little over the writer, though. Thinking of Phil reading all those happily-ever-afters but never able to bring himself to write one of his own… 

“Clint? How’s it going in here?” 

Clint turned around sharply as Phil came around the corner. Shit, how long had he been reading?

“What’s wrong?” Phil asked, his smile falling away as he saw Clint’s face. “What—oh.” He looked at the pile of zines and notebooks scattered around Clint, the tips of his ears going red. “Oh god, I thought I threw those away.”

Clint dropped the notebook and scrambled to his feet, crossing the cramped space in a few strides and wrapping his arms around Phil, holding him tight. After a moment, he felt Phil’s arms come up around him, as well, and Phil patted Clint’s shoulder tentatively.

“Are you okay?” Phil asked quietly, brushing a kiss over Clint’s ear.

Clint sniffled. “I’m fine, I just—Phil. The happiest ending you could think of was Steve dying so that Peggy and Bucky could marry each other? I feel like I need to go back in time and make sure Teenage You is okay.”

Phil was quiet, his arms tightening around Clint. “Oh,” he said, softly. “Yeah. I was… things were tough, when I was writing those.”

“I could tell. When I found the box, I thought it was going to be cute, you know? Funny.” Clint nestled his head into the crook of Phil’s neck, taking comfort in the familiar bergamot and sandalwood scent of his aftershave. “I thought I’d get to tease you a little, maybe. I never thought you’d be into writing tragedies.”

“I was a melodramatic kid,” Phil said. “I had a girlfriend, and I loved her, but I also had a wicked crush on a guy I was on swim team with, plus I wanted to go into the Army… I felt like every choice I had was wrong somehow, like no matter what I did I’d end up unhappy.” He stroked his hand down Clint’s spine, heavy and reassuring. “If I’d known then how my life would turn out, those stories would have probably been really different.”

“Yeah?” Clint made himself pull back enough to see Phil’s face.

“Absolutely,” Phil said, and pressed a tender, lingering kiss to Clint’s mouth.

“All I would have needed to see is you.”

“That you ended up with a husband?”

“That I ended up with a happy ending,” Phil said, and Clint had to kiss him again until they were both breathless.

They ended up taking the box back to New York, where it found a new home in the back of a closet. The story kept nagging at Clint, at odd moments here and there, until finally he scrawled a new chapter in the back of a steno pad, an epilogue where Steve woke up in a hospital, the war won, and Bucky and Peggy both there to welcome him, holding hands with him and with each other. He felt kind of silly about it, but also like he owed Phil’s long-ago self some kind of resolution.

When he opened the box to stick the steno pad in, he pulled up short at the sight of something bright blue. He picked it up; it was a sheet of blue cardstock, and mounted in the middle of it was one of the photos from Clint and Phil’s wedding. They were dancing, looking into each others’ eyes. They looked devoted and intent, blissfully in love.

At the bottom of the page, there was a message in Phil’s neat, blocky handwriting.

And they lived happily ever after.

[adamantsteve]

Clint works in an animal shelter and Phil comes in one day with his adorable daughter Skye to pick out a dog. Sadly they only have huge dogs which won’t work for their modest home, so they agree to come back next week. This happens a few times, sadly never taking home a dog but every time, Clint and Phil get to know each other better. Clint shows Skye the reptiles and the kittens before they regretfully have to go home empty handed once again.

Eventually they adopt an adorable, rather old but very affectionate small dog, and as they’re packing up to leave, Skye pushes at Phil’s leg and tells him “ask him daddy!”

Phil blushes and takes a deep breath before asking Clint if he would like to come over for dinner with him and Skye. Skye pokes him in the leg again and then huffs. “We’re gonna have lasagne,” she tells him very seriously, as if that is the key element to their offer. 

Of course Clint says yes - just to make sure the dog is settling in well of course... 

[twangcat]

Daily Phlint: Phil is an immortal being and Clint is not, but he does keep getting reincarnated

Phil is an immortal being and he rescues stone age Clint from wild beasts in the night.

They find a safe space to make camp and build a fire and spend the whole night talking. It's their first meeting and Phil is confused because he's never felt so drawn to a mortal before.

He secretly wonders if Clint is another immortal like himself and that's why he feels so drawn towards him.

Three days later he is too slow and is devastated to be irrevocably proven wrong, Clint is mortal and he has lost him forever.

Phil takes to sulking in the night and for years his friends find him intolerable, but a decade or so is not long for them so he is easily welcomed back when he starts to normalize again.

And it's only a few years after that that he hears the laughter he'll never forget but thought was lost to him forever and just over the hill he sees a shock of blond hair and hears the laughter again.

He doesn't know how it's possible but it's his Clint, he's back, a little different, a little taller, but the same blue eyes and blond hair that he'll never forget.

He quickly hunts down the largest local prey he can find and proudly drags it back to Clint's camp (he's sharing it with someone, I don't know who but someone nice) and offers to share it with the camp in exchange for their fire and protection of a being part of a group for the night.

He sits beside Clint and it only takes a few questions to get him talking. Again they stay up talking all through the night.

A few days later and Phil has joined him in his bed and he swears he'll never let this man ago because he may have lost his first Clint, but he loves this second one just as much, even more because he's getting to know him better.

This time, he gets almost two weeks with Clint before a terrible earthquake hits and Clint dies in the disaster.

Phil is badly injured but one of the curses of immortality is that he won't die from it and his body will eventually repair itself fully. It takes years and the depression he suffers from this time is even worse. His friends protect him and gather around. They can't imagine what he's going through but they see the pain is real and Phil never asks for anything, but they are there to give what they can.

Phil feels like he's lost all hope and hates being immortal. It takes him years to heal and he's bitter about every recovery because he gets to heal but Clint doesn't. He would give up his immortality in a heartbeat to give some of it to Clint, but that's not an option.

The new Phil is colder than the old one was, more reserved and more quick to anger.

But a few more years pass and another blue eyed blonde with a laugh that sounds like music appears and Phil's bitter and tough exterior shatters like shale.

This time he has almost a month with Clint before he dies.

But Phil doesn't go into a depression this time. He goes on a hunt because he's a smart man and he can do math and somewhere, probably not too far away, a blue eyed blond boy is being born and he's going to find him

The council of immortals gather to discuss this situation. What is the anomaly that is Phil Coulson's attachment to this strange mortal? Is the man supposed to be an immortal or is there a connection between immortals and mortals that they don't know about?

The council makes decisions at the speed of Ent (as immortals are apt to do) so Phil gets three more incarnations with Clint before they act. In each incarnation, he gets more time with Clint. They get to know each other better and each time Phil loves him a little more.

When the council acts, they decide the best way to test the theory is to impression Phil and see what happens if he can't find Clint. Nick (the most outspoken member of the council in opposition to this plan) is also imprisoned.

But Clint is leading a hunting party and they just happen to get chased by a heard of wild beasts and then an earthquake happens cutting them off from their usual route home and in their hunt they somehow wander into the council's most hidden lair which the earthquake has given them easy access to. When Clint sees two men bound against their will and clearly in need of aid, he leads his hunting party to their rescue.

They take Phil and Nick home with them back to their camp. Clint tends to Phil's wounds so tenderly. From that first meeting, they never leave each other's side for weeks and Nick watches in awe as his best friend is transformed into a man who smiles and laughs all the fucking time just because of Clint. It's like nothing he's ever seen before and he's both happy and very protective of his friend.

Nick swears a silent oath to himself and makes a bond between is soul (if he has one) and the universe: from this day forth he will be the SHIELD between the joy and happiness that can exist in the world and all the forces of evil that will seek to ruin it.

This time Phil gets almost a full year with his beloved before illness strikes and he is lost again. Nick and Phil don't return to the immortals. They strike out on their own. They will protect the humans from whatever forces are coming that might wish them harm.

[amireal2u]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson Characters: Clint Barton, Phil Coulson Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Retirement, everyone gets a happy ending, Clint sometimes misses stuff, but he figures it out! Summary:

If younger Clint could see him now, he'd be really fucking shocked at how old he is. He used to think that retirement was for other people.

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Just a short one! YAY FIC!

[lauramkaye]

Passepartout Chapter 33: Forward the Manuelbago

Aaaaaaaaaand we’re back! Thank you for bearing with us. Sometimes life gets in the way of fandom--how dare it?--but please enjoy the next chapter of the epic Round Robin fic novel by myself, @kat-har, and @faeleverte.

Previously, the Passepartout gang runs full-tilt into AoS season 2: Phil finally comes clean to Skye about his carving, and they realize that it’s a 3D map (with a little help from Hawkeye); Clint, Yolanda, and Manuel tear down to Florida in the newly-restored Winnebago to help Yolanda’s cousin; and Zak and Joe manage to get away with the 084 and are saved from Hydra by the skin of their teeth.

So after Yolanda blew up the Whataburger, HYDRA and all, and after they had hauled ass out of the county as fast as the Manuelbago could go--which was pretty damn fast, now that Manuel had done some aftermarket tinkering, and Clint hadn’t even known you could put NOX boosters on an RV--they settled into a leisurely 45 miles an hour on a back road, running roughly parallel to I-95 toward Daytona Beach. Fortunately, nobody who had seen them with the missile launcher had lived to tell the tale, so their distinct vehicle, though it got a fair share of honks, wasn’t actually in danger of unwarranted attention for the time being. Manuel was settled into the driver’s seat with a giant muffin and a Big Gulp full of iced coffee, and Clint and Yolanda exchanged significant looks before moving into the back to talk to their new additions.

Clint knew Agent Rollette, of course, not only from Phil’s funeral but from before; a solid agent, just mellow enough to roll with the minor punches while still maintaining the ability to go deadly serious when the shit hit the fan. The other guy was apparently Yolanda’s cousin Zach--Zak--and when he got a minute, Clint was going to have to take a moment to really feel the swooping vertigo of relief that he was okay, that Yolanda hadn’t spent all that time helping Clint rescue agents while the one that mattered most to her was in trouble elsewhere.

Anyway, Zak had never worked with Delta that Clint could remember, but he seemed to know Rollette quite well, if the way he was hovering and the anxious pinch in his forehead were any sign.

“Agent Rollette,” Clint said. “Nice to see you again under happier circumstances.”

Rollette and Cousin Zak shot him identical side-eye, then looked down at the Trader Joe’s bag that Rollette had duct-taped around his forearm.

“Happier circumstances, sir?” Cousin Zak said. “Yolanda just blew up a Whataburger. With a missile launcher. I’m afraid to ask where you saw each other last time.”

Rollette sighed. “Agent Coulson’s funeral,” he said, and Cousin Zak winced.

“Ah,” he said. “Yeah.”

Clint was filled with the conflicting intense desires to a) tell Rollette the good news or b) take him straight back to the Playground as a present for Phil, maybe with a big bow on his head. There would probably be hugging. If he texted ahead, Skye would probably video it for him. Before he could decide what would be better, Yolanda broke in.

“There was nobody in the Whataburger except Hydra,” she pointed out. “And we got away and nobody got hurt. So I’d say, yeah, that’s pretty damn happy.” She fixed Cousin Zak with a gimlet stare. “So. What the fuck are you doing, getting yourself killed like that? Abuela is beside herself.”

[adamantsteve]

Clint using lip balm and asking if Phil wants some. When Phil says yes, Clint reels him in by his tie to apply it in a pretty inefficient way...