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((Follows the tag "mynameisnotagent" -- OC friendly, Multiverse/fandom friendly, independent. Mainverse: MARRIED to Clint Barton. Mun and muse well over 18))
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Permanent M!A: (1) No being can change Phil's emotions -- (2) No memory of James Quick's most recent death, and forced rememberance will break his mind
Agents of SHIELD canon point: Through Season 1
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"I can handle it." He muttered, ears flattening to his skull, his pupils going sharp. "More’n one. Branded, an fresh." Growling, he dropped into a defensive crouch, waiting.
While a bit thicker and sharper than most humans, Phil’s nails were not nearly claw-like enough to be decent defensive weapons. His eyes narrowed as he kept watch, pulling his pistols free, high alert.
"Never mind it." He murmured, shifting only enough so he could get comfortable before he closed his eyes. Really, Phil was incredibly comfortable and Clint was pretty sure he’d readily sleep anywhere as long as Phil was right there.
“‘Night.” Clint yawned, drifting off quickly. ——
Sleep came deep and dreamless, and long - both sleeping well past dawn before Phil stirred. He told Clint he’d look forward to when he came home, when he bid him goodbye so he could go get some time on the range in.
"I know." He replied, lifting his head and turning it to look at him. "I think my aim will survive a couple days though."
Clint sighed though, knowing he was right. “I guess I could go in for a few hours.” Spend a couple hours on the range. He’d been neglecting any firearm training recently. Should probably do that..
"I’ll sleep in.. Then go in." His eyes met Phil’s for confirmation that that’d be okay.
Phil settled under the covers and tugged Clint a little closer to half sleep on him. ”Good plan.” he said. ”Mind if I hold you?”
"Augments…There’s either a sale going on, or they’re feral…" He frowned, hackles raising, his hair standing higher on end. "Get below decks, Sir. Please."
Phil, instead, unclipped the tie down on his holster. ”I’m not leaving you to fight them off by yourself,” he told him. ”We’re the only people left on this boat, everyone else’s gone to enjoy land time.”
He shrugged, rubbing the back of his head. It didn’t bother him.
"Good." Clint smiled, settling onto the side of the bed he had claimed as his own. It was still early enough for him to get plenty of sleep before morning, but he wasn’t looking forward to leaving again for work alone. And then again.. For thirteen or more days.
"I think tomorrow’s going to be a mental health day." Clint mumbled into the pillow.
"I think if you tell Jasper what you walked in on, he’ll give you more than one. You need to do range work, though. It’s good for you."
"I’m blaming it on you nonetheless. You made an impression and I hold a grudge." Toni followed Coulson’s almost suspicious gaze to the table, the corners of her mouth turning up. "Short version: light manipulations produce the image. JARVIS tracks motion to make the changes and combine the data. You don’t want the long version."
"Good to know," Phil said, stepping closer and peering at it. "And you’re right, I don’t. So, to make it bigger do you sort of just…" He wiggled his fingers and spread them outward.
"Okay, maybe not."
"Depends how frisky he’s feeling." Toni made a final adjustment before ordering the system to go through and adapt the rest of the carrier’s wiring and structure to be compatible with her modifications.
"Compartmentalized is one word for it," she admitted, propping a hip against the table as she delved into her coffee once more. "I’m fairly certain you’ve got an entire division devoted to keeping me out at this point. Which is annoying of you."
"You say that like I’m in personally in charge of driving you up the wall," Phil said mildly. "It really was only the one time," he said.
He glanced over at the holo….stuff. ”How does that work?”
Clint glanced up at Phil in the doorway, quirking an eyebrow. “I wasn’t exactly going to walk away. You mentioned the switch thing to me before. It didn’t scare me off then, seeing it actually happen won’t scare me off now.” Clint shrugged.
"Besides, with all the time I spent having to fake my orientation, I wouldn’t want anyone else to have to do the same."
"I mentioned it moments before we were separated - you might not have taken it so well." He sighed, smiling softly.
"No more faking."
Clint looked partially surprised for a minute, before he hid it. He had expected something about how they couldn’t do that, but once again Phil surprised him.
"Yeah, I can do that." He agreed, clearing his throat once more before quickly scattering towards the bedroom.
Phil watched him with a soft, fond, smile. He turned and went to the kitchen to put the food away. He thought about what he’d said, but turning it over in his mind, he knew he’d spoken truthfully.
Maybe he was strong, if he could speak truths without wincing away from them.
He went to the bedroom, leaning in the doorway to watch him. ”You’re doing so well with all of this, Clint,” he said. ”I know Jasper would have told you that you’re doing good, but that was before you were faced with this unexpectedness. I’m grateful, and proud, of how you’re handling it.”