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.’

ironhawk 28?

ironhawk 28?

Tony was all his life an agnostic. He had no idea if there was a god and it didn’t matter. And the fact that he met Thor – a being who was considered a deity by some people – confirmed his beliefs. Thor was powerful, true, but he wasn’t a god, he was an alien with an enormous lifespan. And so Tony also didn’t believe in a life after death.

And that’s why he was all the more surprised when he was hit by a bullet and found himself hovering over his own body. Natasha was the first one beside him. She pressed both her hands onto the entrance wound and called for someone, probably a medic. The next moment Clint and Steve arrived and Clint slumped down beside him. He leaned down and for a second he thought he would kiss him, but it was actually mouth-to-mouth respiration, while Steve started to massage his heart. Tony could see everything what happened around them. Thor and Bruce, no, Hulk, took care of the HYDRA goons around them, together with Sam, Wanda and Vision.

“You’re not gonna leave me,” Clint hissed between two breaths. “Do you hear me?”

Tony descended down to him, sat beside him and watched his own body being handled by his friends. Natasha looked over her shoulder every two seconds, waiting for the medics to arrive. Steve pressed his lips tight together and resolutely continued to massage his heart.

He didn’t feel pain, quite the contrary. For the first time in years all the pain, all the doubt, all the fears were gone. He was warm and content and ready to go.

“Please, Tony,” Clint muttered behind him, “You have to fight!”

The light changed, became brighter and warmer and so, so inviting and a smile appeared on his face. Only a few inches and everything would be fine forever.

“Please, Tony,” Clint repeated. “Don’t leave me!” He breathed in his mouth and Tony saw his own blood trickle through Natasha’s hands. “Please! I love you, Tony,” Clint whispered between two breaths and this made Tony stop and turn around.

Clint kneeled beside him and tears ran over his face. Yes, sure, they had had a friends with benefits relationship but Tony always thought that Clint wouldn’t want more from him.

“You can’t leave me now, Tony,” he whispered again. It was difficult because the light was so tempting, so appealing. He forced himself to turn around, to look at the man kneeling beside his head. The pain in his face, the tears, the fear to lose him… they were real. Clint… Clint loved him, he truly loved him.

Tony reached out, touched Clint’s head with his disembodied hand and all the feelings hit him like a freight train. He couldn’t go, not now, not just yet.

“Come on, Tony, please, you have to fight,” Steve said now, too, and Natasha called for a medic again He had to go back, he had to tell Clint that he loved him, too, and that he wanted to be with him for the rest of his life. He fought against the pull from the light behind him and it became more and more straining the more he moved away from it. But then he could touch his own body and…

Pain! Red, hot, searing pain! Pressure at his chest! And it hurt so, so much!

“He’s back! He’s back!” Clint called and a tear fell on Tony’s face. Another man appeared in his focus – a paramedic – and shoved Clint away. But before he finally lost consciousness he looked at Clint and mouthed, “I love you, too.”


HELLO IF YOU ARE STILL TAKING REQUESTS I HAVE ONE If you don’t mind/want to of course, no pressure. 2am phone call that that starts with "You know I love you, right?" or "You know I'll always love you, right?"(preferably Winterhawk but you can go with whoever you want, just please make it angsty)

Not even super soldiers were immune to broken bones. Bucky had to realize that the hard way. Again. It’s not that he hasn’t broken bones before, but in his time with HYDRA, when he had broken a bone, they put him in cryogenic storage and when they got him out the bone was healed. But this time he had to heal the old fashioned way. Sure, it wouldn’t take as much time as with normal humans, but still, the next few days he would have to hop around on crutches.

That’s why Clint had to go on a mission with another agent. Usually SHIELD wanted to send him, but since the rest of the Avengers were busy with their own mission, they sent him with one of their most skilled agents. And Bucky sat alone in the HQ and waited for the Avengers and for Clint to return.

Everything went according to plan… until he got this call. He was asleep already, even if the bed felt so empty without Clint beside him. It was amazing how fast he became used to have someone beside him.

He woke when his phone rang and sleepily searched for it on the nightstand. With a yawn he pressed the button.

“Yeah?” He mumbled. It was quiet on the other end for a long time and he was about to snarl in the receiver when he heard someone sniffle. Bucky frowned and switched on the light. He looked at the screen and paled when he read the name. Clint.

“Clint?” he asked and sat up. He could hear the sniffle again and he just wanted to call his name again but then Clint spoke.

“Bucky?” He whispered.

“Yeah, Clint, it’s me,” Bucky said. Something was definitely wrong with him.

“You know that I love you, right?” Clint asked. “You know that I will always love you?”

“Clint, what’s wrong?” Bucky slid to the edge of the bed and angled for his crutches. But Clint didn’t answer, the call ended and Bucky sat there, stared at his phone disbelievingly and scared witless. Something was not okay with Clint and he was not with him. He dialed Clint’s number but he didn’t answer. If only tony was here, he could…

“FRIDAY, can you find out where Clint is?” He asked and only a few seconds later, the AI told him that he was in not only in town but also in the hospital. Not in SHIELD’s infirmary, in a real hospital. He looked at the cast around his leg and curses silently. “I need someone to drive me.”

“Mr. Hogan is here and offered to drive you,” the AI said after a minute.

They arrived at the hospital about an hour later and Bucky literally jumped out of the car and hobbled to the entrance. He hurried to the front desk.

“Clint Barton! He’s here!” he panted. The woman behind the desk looked at him for a second, then typed at her computer.

“He’s in surgery, sir,” she said.

“How is he?” Bucky asked more than concerned now. “How bad is it?”

“I’m sorry, but…” she started but Bucky interrupted her.

“I’m his partner and his emergency contact,” he snapped. The woman looked at the screen.

“James Buchanan Barnes?” She asked. Bucky nodded and fumbled for his driving licence to show her. “There’s a waiting room over there,” she pointed. “You can wait there and as soon as the doctor is finished he will come to you.”

“Please,” Bucky breathed. The woman cast her eyes down for a moment and licked her lips.

“It’s… bad,” she whispered. “But I can’t tell you more, you have to wait for the doctor.”

“Agent Barnes,” a man said and rose as soon as he entered the waiting room. He had seen him before. “I… I…” he stammered.

“What happened,” Bucky hissed. Despite the cast and the crutches he was on him in an instant and pressed his forearm over his throat. “You tell me exactly what happened!”

“He saved my life,” the man pressed through his teeth. “He… he saved my life… and… I brought him here…”

“What happened?” Bucky asked again, this time in his calm Winter Soldier voice.

“He got shot in the back thrice, one of the bullets hit his lung the EMT said,” the man said and Bucky could see a tear in his eyes. He made a step back and the agent slumped down and held his throat. “He’s a hero.”

“I know,” Bucky slumped down on a chair and for the first time in many years he prayed, he prayed that Clint would make it. He had no idea how much time passed when eventually a tired looking woman came in and looked around.

“Mr. Barnes?” She asked and Bucky shot up. “Agent Barton is stable now,” she said. And when she saw his worried face, she added with a smile. “He’s weak, but his chances are really good.”

“Thank you!” Bucky breathed.

“If you want to, you can go to him now,” she said and Bucky nodded thankfully. A nurse showed him Clint’s room and Bucky sat down beside him. All the monitors and tubes and wires were terrifying, but his heart beat in a strong rhythm. He took Clint’s hand and just held it when he felt him stir.

“Clint!” Bucky sighed. “Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me,” he added. Clint blinked once and tried a smile around the tube in his mouth. But then he looked down at his hand and Bucky’s glance followed him. He moved his hand and folded middle and ring finger, the ASL sign for ‘I love you’. Bucky couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.

“I love you, too,” he whispered.

For the prompts: Starhawk (Quill/Barton) becau…

For the prompts: Starhawk (Quill/Barton) because there are only 4 stories and #23 because Peter

“Agent Barton,” Friday, Tony’s new AI, addressed him while he was on the range. It stopped the targets and the light went on, too. Clint frowned up at the ceiling despite knowing that the AI wasn’t there. But it was a bad habit and he couldn’t get rid of it. At least the cameras were there so Friday could see his displeasure.

“What’s wrong?” He asked and put the arrow back into the quiver.

“You have a video call in the control room,” Friday said.

“A video call?” He asked while he removed the string from his bow. He went to the locker to put it in, together with the arrows, and locked it. “Who is it?”

“The caller said he wants it to be a surprise,” Friday said and sounded somehow amused. Quill. That could be only him.

“I’m on my way,” he said and went to the elevator. A few minutes later he entered the control room. “Oh fuck,” he muttered, when he saw Steve, Tony and Natasha there, smiling and sniggering.

“Someone has a message for you,” Steve said. He held his hand over his mouth to not laugh loud. Clint tried hard not to pinch the bridge of his nose. But he turned to the screen. Tony turned to press a few buttons and the on-screen display changed. And yes, it was Peter Jason Quill.

“Heeeey,” he drawled with a broad grin splitting his face almost in half. Clint looked over his shoulder at his giggling team mates before he turned back.

“Hey, Peter,” he said. Peter’s grin broadened and he moved back a tiny bit before he…

“You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back, where there is love, I’ll be there,” he started to sing. Clint blushed violently.

“I’ll reach out my hand to you, I’ll have faith in all you do, just call my name and I’ll be there,” Peter continued. Clint could hear restrained laughter from behind and was tempted to turn around and kick their asses.

“I’ll be there to comfort you, build my world of dreams around you, I’m so glad that I found you,” Peter sang. “I’ll be there with a love that’s strong, I’ll be your strength, I’ll keep holdin’ on, yes I will, yes I will.”

Clint bit his lips and couldn’t hold back the smile. No one had ever sung for him.

“Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter, togetherness, girl, is all I’m after, whenever you need me, I’ll be there,” Peter sang and he smiled, too.

“Okay,” Clint interrupted him when he heard one of his really mature teammates topple over. “That was…” he looked at them with a withering glance before he turned back. “That was nice,” he said.

“Seriously?” Tony called from behind him. “Jackson 5?” Clint looked at his feet for a second and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Tony, I swear to god, if you don’t leave within the next three seconds you have an additional hole in your body,” he growled. Three seconds later the door slammed shut and he was alone in the room

Peter smiled at him. “You know it makes me horny when you threaten other people,” he said.

“Well, then you have to stop by soon,” Clint smirked. And Peter started to chuckle.

“That was the actual reason why I called,” he said. “We’re in your area and I thought we could meet.”

“Awesome!” Clint blurted with a huge grin.

“Just let your… Avenger-friends know that they don’t shoot at the Milano when we land,” he said and winked.

“Will do that,” Clint said. “And Peter? Thank you for the song.”

“You’re welcome, honey.”   

This is a really odd request, but could you do…

This is a really odd request, but could you do a hurt/comfort fic along the lines of "I drove over 2 hours to see you, because I knew from your last text that you weren't as okay as you said you were." Maybe Clint is having a bad case of doubt or depression or something. The pairing doesn't really matter, as long as Clint gets a lot of cuddles. Thank you…

“Clint, open the door!” Someone – Tony? – banged on the door. The person sounded like Tony but Tony was in Washington. He had to appear before a Senate subcommittee and had sent him a text this morning.

‘Good morning, beautiful. It’s boring here without you. I hope you have a nice day without me.’

‘I’m okay, just tired.’ Clint had answered and then went back to bed. He missed Tony and he was really tired. Luckily Kate was in town and took Lucky for a walk.

But now someone pounded his door and called for him. He turned around in his bed and pulled the quilt over his head. He didn’t want to talk to people, he just wanted to sleep.

“Clint, I know that you’re here. I’ve traced your phone!” The person who sounded like Tony called.

“Go away,” Clint mumbled under his quilt. It became quiet and he sighed. He removed the quilt over his head and looked at the ceiling. He wanted coffee but to get some he had to get out of his bed. But his feet were so heavy and he couldn’t move. He just couldn’t.

His bedroom door went open. “Clint?” He turned his head and saw… Tony.

“Oh my god,” he blurted and came over to him. The bed dipped and a cool hand touched his cheek. “Are you sick?”

“Tony?” Clint frowned.

“Yes, it’s me,” Tony said. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Tony? You’re here?” Clint asked.

“Yes, Clint, I’m here,” Tony said. He leaned down to him to kiss him. And when Clint frowned again, he added, “What’s wrong, babe?”

Clint turned around to lie on his side. “Nothing, I’m fine,” he said. Tony scrutinized him for a long moment before he shrugged off his shoes and suit jacket. He removed his tie, too, and lay down beside Clint.

“No, you’re not,” Tony said and kissed his forehead. He stroked Clint’s back. “But I’m here now. I’m here for you.”

“But why?” Clint asked and looked up at him. “Why? You’re supposed to be in Washington.”

“Fuck them! You’re more important than those politicians,” Tony snorted.

“You drove what? Five hours to be here?” Clint asked incredulously. He couldn’t believe that Tony would skip his meeting just to come to him. Tony swallowed hard and shook his head, but he wrapped his arms around him and held him close and kissed his temple.

“I would fly around the world for you, babe, you know that.” Tony stroked his back.

Clint was quiet for a very long moment, he just breathed in Tony’s neck and took in his scent. “What have I done to deserve you?”

Tony chuckled quietly, “You stole my heart and now you’re stuck with me.” Clint moved a bit and looked up at him.

“I love you, Tony.”

Tony cupped his face and smiled. “I love you, too.”

Ironhawk #6, please?

Ironhawk #6, please?

It was their first wedding anniversary. Tony had packed their bags and when Clint came back from his day at the new Avengers HQ he had shoved him in his personal quinjet and brought him to the small island he owned. He had a holiday home there and he wanted to celebrate with Clint and Clint alone, no Avengers, no Pepper, no one else. Just the two of them.

They had spent the first day swimming in the sea and chilling on deck chairs on the beach. They had kissed a lot, touched and fumbled and fucked.

Later, when Clint napped under the sun umbrella, Tony went to the house, fetched a few things to eat, a bottle of champagne and dishware. He brought it to the beach together with a blanket.

He put the blanket down in the sand and arranged all the food on it and opened the bottle. The sound of the cork popping out of the bottle woke Clint.

He yawned and stretched his arms over his head, looked around confused for a few seconds until his eyes fell on Tony. He just poured Champagne in two glasses and placed them onto the blanket.

“Did someone ever tell you that you look beautiful, when the sunlight’s glowing in your hair?” He asked. Tony looked over his shoulder and chuckled. But Clint’s face was serious.

“Come here,” Tony said and held his hand out for his husband to take it. “I have champagne.”

Clint, naked as he still was, rose from the deckchair and went to the blanket to sit down beside Tony. He leaned over with a small smile and kissed him.

“Is it real?” he asked then. Tony furrowed his brows and cocked his head.

“What do you mean?” He asked and Clint shrugged with one shoulder.

“Us,” he said then. “You, me… is this real?”

“Clint, what…”

“Sometimes I think it’s just a dream and everything is gone when I wake up,” he admitted. And then he asked again, “Is it real?”

Tony put a hand on his waist and kissed him again. “Yes, it is real. You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life,” he smiled.

Clint looked at him for a very long moment. “That’s good, because I love you so much, I don’t want it to be gone when I wake up.”

“It’s real and it won’t be gone,” Tony said. “And do you know why? Because I love you, too.”

Clint’s smile broadened and he clinked his glass against Tony’s. “Happy anniversary.”

#9 AmeriHawk, but can it be Christmas cookies …

#9 AmeriHawk, but can it be Christmas cookies instead of chocolate chip? Please and thank you 💘

“Honey, I’m home,” Clint called jokingly when he entered the apartment. He let his bag drop beside the door. Steve didn’t answer despite him being at home. Clint had sent him a text when he landed and Steve had said he would be here.

He cocked his head and listened. Was that music? From the kitchen? He removed his shoes, let them beside his bag and went to the kitchen.

When he opened the door he thought he ran against a wall. The first thing he noticed was that it was scorching hot and he involuntary made a step back. But then he stopped and stared open-mouthed. The kitchen looked as if a bomb went off. Bowls, spoons, rolling pins, ingredients, flour and other stuff was cluttered on every flat surface. But it smelled awesome. The next thing he noticed was the music. Billy Idol sang Jingle bell rock at full volume. And Steve – only wearing sweatpants and an apron – sang and danced along. Clint’s pants went a little tight.

“Steve?” Clint asked and Steve startled and spun around.

“Oh!” he blurted. “You’re here already?” He came over to him and kissed Clint.

“Yeah,” Clint said. “I sent you a text and you answered. Remember?” Steve turned around and looked at the clock on the opposite wall.

“Oh,” he said. “I thought you had to debrief first.”

“I was in debrief. That was two hours ago,” he said before he gestured at all the stuff in the kitchen. “What happened here?”

Steve furrowed his brows. “I’m going to make some of my mom’s famous christmas cookies,” he beamed. Clint’s eyes went wide. He had never had homemade christmas cookies.

“Seriously?” he asked and Steve nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah,” he said. “Wanna help me?”

“Really?” Clint asked and he licked his lips. Steve nodded again but when something started to smell a little weird, he cursed and spun around, hurried to the oven and pulled out a baking tray with dark brown cookies.

“I guess they’re not supposed to look like that?” Clint asked and Steve shook his head.

“No,” he admitted. “You distracted me.” He turned to Clint. “But… to make up for the ruined cookies you have to help me,” he smiled then.

“Aye, aye, Captain,” Clint grinned. Steve threw an apron in his direction and Clint put it on. “Okay, what are we going to do now?” He asked. Steve looked over the chaos in the kitchen and Clint leaned over, stole a bit of the cookie dough and before Steve could complain he popped it in his mouth. It tasted awesome. Loads of butter and spices. He loved it.

“Hey!” Steve complained and slapped his hand but Clint only grinned.

“Hmm,” he said. “It’s awesome. I love it.”

Steve looked at him – mockingly offended – with a brow raised.

“But not as much as I love you, honey,” Clint added then, stole another bit of the dough and ate it grinning.

“Here,” Steve said and pressed the rolling pin in Clint’s hand. “You can help me cut out the cookies.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” Clint saluted smirking and Steve shook his head with a smile, slapped Clint’s butt, grinned when he saw the floury handprint and kissed Clint’s cheek.

“I’m glad you’re back,” he whispered. “And I love you, too.”