May i request Clint/Phil with 'the way yo…

May i request Clint/Phil with 'the way you said "I love you"' prompt 18 ('from very far away')? maybe clint is on a mission and phil is talking to him over comms? I love your writing btw! <3

Sixteen years ago Phil was sent to capture the infamous assassin Hawkeye. Fifteen years ago he had managed it and instead of arresting him he recruited him. Ten years ago they both managed to resolve the sexual tension between them. And eight years ago they married.

Fury demanded that they wouldn’t work together anymore but after half a year he changed his mind. Clint and Phil were too good as a team to not let them work together.

Six years ago Phil died. And Fury brought him back. Phil got a new team and Clint was an Avenger and they saw each other seldom nowadays.

But then Phil and his team fell into a trap. People thought, after Aldrich Killian’s death, that AIM was history, but apparently they weren’t. And they managed to capture Phil, Jemma and Fitz. They wanted to force Jemma and Fitz to work for them and they used Phil as leverage. They said they would torture him when they refused and so they complied to a certain degree.

“Are you okay?” Phil asked as soon as their guards brought the two of them back to their cells.

Jemma shivered and Leo held her hand until they were separated. But she nodded and wrapped her arms around her. They waited till the guards left but then Fitz hurried to the bars.

“We managed to send a SOS,” he whispered. “The  Avengers are coming.”

“Thank god,” Phil muttered. His husband and his team mates would find them. And they didn’t have to wait too long. About two hours later they could hear them. Shots, yelling and other noise of a battle. Two guards came in, their guns in their hands but before they could do something two knives landed in their backs and they slumped down. Natasha entered the cell block, took both guns and gave one to Phil and one to Jemma before she unlocked the doors.

“Hey, Phil,” she said in a conversational tone. She reached into her pocket and gave him a comm unit. He put it in his ear immediately and could hear the rest of his team and the Avengers talk.

“I have them,” Natasha just reported.

“Are you okay, Agent Coulson?” That was Steve Rogers voice.

“Yes,” he answered. “We’re not hurt, just pissed off,” he added then.

“That’s good to hear,” another voice, the one he wanted to hear more than anything else, Clint. Phil, Jemma and Leo followed Natasha out of the cell block and they met with Melinda a few seconds later. Just as they left the building Phil felt something whoosh past his ear and someone behind him yelped and gurgled. One of the AIM guys fell down, an arrow in his throat.

“Show off,” he said fondly and shot two of the evil guys in the next moment. Clint chuckled in his ear.

“I love you, too, Phil.”

“Let’s get you out of here first,” Tony threw in, “then you can get a room.”

Phil couldn’t hold back the smile and when the next arrow flew he saw the perch Clint was on and he saluted in his direction and signed, ‘I love you.’

Clint/Phil Dom Sub AU

Clint/Phil Dom Sub AU

Phil rolled his eyes when his phone rang. He had work to do and the damn phone rang all the time. How should he finish his work when everyone had to disturb him?

“Coulson,” he snapped when he took the call.

“Coulson, my office, asap!” He heard Nick Fury’s voice and then a click.

“Dammit,” he muttered but he shut his computer down, rose, put on his jacket and left the office. He locked it before he went to the elevator.

Five minutes later he stood in Fury’s office and waited for the man himself.

“Dammit,” he muttered again. Why wasn’t he here when he told him to come as soon as possible? But just when he wanted to leave again the door went  open again and Fury came in. And he just dragged in a young man in handcuffs.

“Coulson,” Fury said and nodded with his head at the man he just brought in. “Meet Hawkeye.”

“Wha… that’s Hawkeye?” was the first thing that came to his mind. He had hunted this guy for months and somehow he thought he was… older, more mature. This guy was twenty at the very most.

He glared at the two of them defiantly but kept his mouth shut.

“How?” Phil asked. He scrutinized the young man and his eyes widened. He had the typical scars from wearing a collar for a long time around his neck. The infamous Hawkeye was a sub!

“A team captured them this morning,” Fury said and walked around his desk to sit down. He threw his coat on a file cabinet and spun around to face him again.

“Them?” Phil was confused. No one had told him anything about a mission and he was supposed to know about all missions. After all, he was Fury’s third in command.

“He was part of a team. You get all the details as soon as possible but for now,” Fury started to smile and pressed his fingertips together, “I need you to take care of him.”

“That was not the deal,” Hawkeye protested. He stared at Fury now and Phil was sure, if looks could kill Fury would die in an instant.

“The deal, Mr. Barton, was that you work for us. But if you rather go to jail we can arrange that, too,” Fury snapped. “And Phil, you’re the highest ranking agent we have without a sub. Congratulations, he’s yours now.”

“You can’t just…” Hawkeye started.

“What? I don’t need…” Phil said the same moment.

Both men stopped and stared at each other and then at Fury.

“I don’t care,” Fury said. “That’s the deal, take it or leave it. That’s for both of you!”

Phil stared at him disbelievingly and then at Hawkeye.

“Sir, I…” Phil tried but Fury interrupted him.

“Read your contract. It’s in there. The necessary paperwork will be on your desk in a few hours. And now, take your sub and leave my office.”

Phil glared at him for a long moment, his teeth gritted but then he took a deep breath and looked at Hawkeye. He wasn’t overly excited as well but they would make the best out of the situation. He was sure of that.

With a last dirty glare at Fury he took Hawkeye’s arm.

“Yes, sir!”


Bruce loved to work late at night. It was quiet in the tower and since Pepper had ordered Jarvis to lock Tony out of his workshops in the night he actually went to bed. So usually only Bruce was awake most of the time.

Sure, sometimes one or the other had nightmares but they usually stayed somewhere close to the communal rooms and not in his lab. And that’s why he startled so heavily that he almost dropped the test tubes he carried when he realized that someone was here.

He looked around but couldn’t see anyone, but his Hulk-senses told him he wasn’t alone.

“You better come out!” he called and managed to subdue the shaking in his voice. It was quiet for a long moment but then the cover panel to the ventilation shaft moved, vanished and a blond head appeared, followed by the owner of the blond hair, Clint Barton.

“Oh god, I almost got a heart attack,” Bruce breathed and put the test tubes on one of the tables. He went over to where Clint sat now, his back leaned against the wall and he seemed to sway a bit.

“What are you doing here?” Bruce asked when Clint didn’t move and didn’t say a word. He hunkered down beside him and could smell the alcohol in his breath immediately.

“Sitting on the floor?” Clint said and looked around. Bruce closed his eyes for a moment. He was more intoxicated than he had thought.

“Yeah, I can see that,” he sighed. He took his arm and pulled and reluctantly Clint let him drag him to the couch he had in his lab. “But why are you here? Shouldn’t you be at home? In your bed?”

“I have no home anymore,” Clint slurred and hiccuped only a moment later. Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed, went to the sink and filled a glass with water. He pressed it in Clint’s hand and sat down beside him.

“Tell me,” he said. Clint shook his head but at least he took a sip from the glass, winced and took another sip.

“Okay,” Bruce nodded. “Then let me tell you a story. Did you know that I tried to kill myself once?” He turned to look at Clint who furrowed his brows. “I’ve been on a really low point and I just wanted everything to end. I took a gun and shot in my mouth.”

“What happened?” Clint asked and Bruce shrugged.

“The other guy spat it out,” he said.

“Why you tellin’ me?” Clint slurred and hiccuped again.

“See where I am now. I live in Stark Tower, I have friends around me and a team and the most awesome lab I ever worked in,” he said and gestured around. Clint looked at him for a long moment, hiccuped a few times and then put the glass aside.

“You should’ve tried harder!” He said out of the blue.

Bruce blinked a few times, opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again and then asked, “Come again?”

“That was what he said,” Clint said now. “You should’ve tried harder.”

“Who said that?” Bruce asked.

“Phil!” Clint spat. “We… Loki… he said I should’ve tried harder and…”

“He… he didn’t mean it like that…” Bruce said slowly. He knew that Phil was still frustrated because his recovery went so slow and he couldn’t do anything since he got the go from his doctors. He knew that he loved Clint and that he would never intentionally hurt him.

“Yeah? It sounded like that,” Clint said and hiccuped again. Bruce nodded slowly, rose and went to his phone. He sent a quick text to Natasha to look after Phil and he would take care of Clint.

“Come on,” Bruce said and grabbed Clint’s arm again. He hoisted him up and steered him to the door.

“Where’re we goin’?”

“You need to sleep. And when you’re sober again you need to talk to your husband,” he said. He shoved him in the elevator and pressed the button to his own apartment.

“I don’t wanna talk to him,” Clint muttered and tried to get out of Bruce’s reach.

“No,” Bruce held him. “Bed now. And believe me, you want to talk to him tomorrow.”

“He hates me,” Clint said and Bruce sighed again. He steered him to his guest room and opened the door.

“No, he doesn’t,” Bruce said and sat Clint onto the bed. “Now sleep.” He gave him a shove and Clint fell onto the mattress. He muttered something unintelligible but turned around and Bruce threw a blanket over him.

“Jarvis, please call me when he wakes up,” he said and went to his living room. He could work from here as well. And tomorrow he would find out what happened between Clint and Phil that evening.