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"So, I can finally kiss you."
Phil's eyes widened, he was still trying to process the words when Clint's lips were on his, soft at first, then firmer.
After a moment Clint pulled away when Phil didn't return the kiss. "Did I...did I read this wrong?" Clint started to turn away when Phil grabbed his arms.
"No! No you...you didn't. I just never, I never thought you'd want...I mean, you and Tasha were..."
"Were being the operative word. She knew. Hell, I think I admitted it to her before I admitted it to myself."
Phil surged forward and Clint flinched from the sudden movement. But Phil smashed his lips to Clint's awkwardly. It was a mash of teeth and they both were off balance. Clint caught Phil's arms as they flailed, and he chuckled. "Smooth, sir."
Phil glared and blushed simultaneously. It was a good look, Clint thought. Then he stopped thinking because Phil's very alive body was pressed up against him.
Phil licked his lips. "I can do better." He pulled Clint's head down and claimed him, demanding his way into the younger man's mouth.
Clint wasn't about to be outdone, his arms came up and around Coulson, and they fought for dominance over the kiss and one another. It became hot and filthy, just the way Clint liked it, until Coulson pulled away.
"Stop. We've got to stop."
"Why?" Clint groaned.
Coulson's left hand was still on Clint's arm, holding him away, although it shook slightly. With his right hand he reached into his jacket and pulled his side arm out.
Clint's eyed him nervously. "If you fucking say Hail Hydra right now, I'm going to have to kill you for so many, many reasons."
Phil chuckled at that. "No, trust me, it's not that; it’s this." Turning to the left corner of the ceiling, Phil shot at the surveillance camera. "I really don't want the baby agents watching what I'm about to do to you."
Clint tilted his head back and laughed, then pushed Phil against the wall. "What you're going to do to me? I thought it would be the other way around."
***
Everyone in the console room flinched at the gunshot, although May merely smirked.
“Well, that was rude.” Skye exclaimed.
“And spying on them wasn't?” Fitz said uncomfortably. He really didn’t need to see Coulson in a compromising situation. Besides, he wasn’t fond of the way Skye and Jemma seemed to be salivating over the camera feed.
“’Sides,” Trip added, “epic UST like that needs some privacy.”
Skye turned to Trip and her jaw dropped, “Did you just say UST?”
Trip’s lips quirked. “Those two have been circling each other for years.” He looked to May for confirmation.
May nodded. “Since they met.”
“You knew about them?” Jemma asked.
“Romanov and I had a bet. She won. I thought they’d never get their heads out of their asses.”
Fitz’s eyes wandered the room. “Um, do you think they’re going to be long?”
Skye looked at him offended. “Really Fitz? Didn’t take you to be the prejudiced type. I’m a little disappointed.”
Fitz’s eyes bugged, “I’m NOT! That’s not it at all. They’re IN MY LAB. I’ve got experiments set up in there. Who knows what else they’re going to shoot up!”
“Well as much as you agents are enjoying yourself gossiping over your superior officer, I believe there’s someone else waiting for entry. For a secret base, you people really do talk a lot,” Eric snarked as he reclaimed control of his surveillance system and switched to an outside monitor.
Skye yelped, “It’s Ward! I’ll let him in.”
As she passed May muttered, “Speaking of UST…”
***
Clint had Coulson pressed up against the wall, his hands slid under the other man's suit jacket pulling at his shirt tails while kissing along Phil's jaw. Phil growled when Clint bit him on the neck above his collar where it would be visible. He was being claimed and he knew it.
Finally, Clint had rucked up Phil's shirt enough to feel skin, his calloused fingers danced up Coulson's back eliciting a moan from the other man. He liked that noise and wanted more.
Phil had finally allowed himself to truly touch Clint. Hands roamed over biceps and shoulders over and over again, down to Clint's tapered waist, his fingers clenched, unsure until Clint began to rock into Phil. Heat matching heat, they both moaned at the contact, the brush of their hardened cocks sliding back and forth.
"More," Clint moaned, spurring Phil to reach for Clint's belt while Clint attacked the buttons of his shirt, wrenching the last few free, opening Phil up to Clint's gaze revealing his scars.
"He nearly killed you," Clint said.
“Then make me feel alive.” Phil kissed him hard. Their bodies rubbed against one another; the friction caused both men to groan in pleasure and Clint went on the advance again.
“Clint,” Phil moaned, his head thrown back as Clint kissed and licked his way down Phil's throat and chest, pausing to kiss the scars.
“Is that good? Do you want more?”
“Yes, Clint. Please, don’t stop,” Phil begged.
Clint continued his delicious torture of Phil's body, his fingers tweaking Phil's nipples as he slid down to his knees. His hands paused on Phil's belt. "Is this ok?"
"Oh, God, yes!" Phil's pupils were blown and his heart was racing.
Clint finally had his hands on Phil's cock. It was hot and hard and felt better than he'd dreamed. He looked up into Phil's heated eyes, his tongue snaking out to slowly lick the tip of his cock.
“Tease,” Phil murmured fondly, his hand grasping Clint's hair.
“Is there something you want? Something I can help you with down here?” His breath was hot on Phil's flesh.
“Suck me,” Phil growled. “Just shut up and suck my cock.”
“Anything you say, boss,” Clint replied as his hot mouth swallowed Phil causing him to buck his hips forward uncontrollably.
Clint relaxed his throat, allowing Phil to thrust forcefully into his mouth. So this is what Phil is like, he thought, not soft, not gentle, not buttoned up. He was wild and Clint is the one making him that way.
Phil couldn't remember feeling so good. He'd dreamed of what this would be like; dirty fantasies accompanied by quick jerk offs in the shower when they'd been on the same assignment, sharing the same hotel room, even the same bed.
Clint tormented him, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard. Phil’s hips canted back and forth, driving his huge erection down Clint's throat. It felt amazing, but he knew he couldn’t last, not like this.
“Clint, no. Stop! I’m going to come;…can’t last.” Phil tried to pull Clint away.
Clint only increased, his head bobbing frantically, driving Phil over the edge.
“Clint,” Phil gasped as he felt his balls tighten and his orgasm take him.
Clint released Phil's softening cock, licking it clean. His voice raspy from the abuse. “God, you taste so good."
As Phil's breath slowed and his head cleared he flushed. “I didn’t mean for that to happen,” Phil said, embarrassed.
Clint smirked as he stood up. "I did."
Phil grabbed Clint and spun him against the wall, kissing him fiercely, forcing his way inside the other man's mouth, licking the taste of himself away.
Clint moaned and rutted his still hard cock against Phil's thigh.
Phil slipped his hand down to Clint's open pants. "Someone's not done yet. Do you want me to fix that?"
Phil's hand on Clint's cock was firm, sharp tugs, bringing stars to his eyes making him lightheaded. "Yesss, oh yes, that, please don't stop."
Clint's hands tightened on Phil's shoulders, his face buried in the crook of Phil's neck as he forced himself to breathe.
With one final swipe of Phil's thumb over the head of Clint's cock, he came silently, shaking in Phil's arms.
As Clint's body became lax, Phil pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped himself and Clint clean. "Well. That went better than I ever imagined."
Clint chuckled, "You sound like you're giving a sit-rep."
"Maybe I am." Phil grinned. "So Agent? Report."
"Satisfied with the outcome, sir." Clint grinned back, tucking himself back into his pants.
"Are you? No second thoughts?"
Clint frowned, "None. Do you have any?"
"No, it's just that this is pretty new. Us, I mean. And I don't want you to feel pressured or anything." Phil's words were rushed.
"You said 'us', and you're starting to hyperventilate. Are you the one freaking out? Is this something you regret? Or am I just something you wanted to cross of your 'back from the dead bucket list'? Clint asked.
Phil took a calming breath and looked Clint in the eyes. "No. This is not a onetime thing for me. It's real and I hope it will continue."
Clint smiled. "Me too."
***
Ward and Skye entered the control room at the same time as a still flushed Coulson and Barton.
“Hey AC! That was some show we almost got.”
“Shut it, Skye. If you have one ounce of self-preservation, you’ll shut it,” Coulson growled while Clint smirked.
Ward looked confused, and a little wary at seeing Hawkeye. The Avenger wasn't something he planned for.
Phil looked at Ward’s bruised face. “Trouble?”
“The Fridge has been compromised, sir. Prisoners have escaped.”
Trip stood up. “Garrett?”
Ward looked at him. “Dead. As soon as I had the upper hand, I put two in the back of his head. One from me and one from you.”
Clint raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. It wasn't his place.
Coulson’s reaction was harsh. “Escaped? Skye, can you find out about a prisoner? Marcus Daniels. He was maximum security.”
Skye moved to the computer that was always at hand. “Sure thing. What’s up with this guy Daniels? Another big bad? Centipede?”
“No, he…he wasn’t part of a group. He was…terrorizing someone, a civilian,” Phil quietly replied.
“Audrey,” Clint said.
Phil looked at him and nodded.
“Got him!” Skye exclaimed. “Shoot, this guy was nuts. And yep, he’s out there now.”
Clint watched Phil’s shoulders tense. “Whelp, that’s my cue to leave. You've got work to do.”
Phil turned, “Clint, no. Please, we…I mean…”
“Don’t sweat it, Coulson. You've got to save the girl. I get it. And I’ve got to find Nat.”
May rolled her eyes and muttered, “Not again.”
Phil gave her the side eye while everyone else stared. “Clint please, hold up. Trip, Fitz and Simmons, you’ll be with me. We’ve got to apprehend Daniels, he’s dangerous.”
May objected. “Coulson, you can’t just run off. I’ll take point.”
Phil stared at her hard. “No. Fury’s dead. You don’t have anyone else’s orders to follow but mine. If you don’t want to follow them, then get the hell out.”
Clint’s jaw dropped. “Bit harsh there, boss.”
Phil rounded on Clint. “You have no idea what she’s done so stuff it.”
Clint backed away hands raised. “Hey, your team your way. But I’m not a part of that team anymore so I’ll just be going.”
“No one is going anywhere.” Agent Koenig’s voice was surprisingly stern.
“Excuse me?” Coulson’s angry stare switched to Eric.
“Fury entrusted the safety of this base to me and regardless of what’s happened, I’m going to honor that trust. There were supposed to be only four people who had access to Providence and you brought your whole rag tag bunch. I don’t know them and I don’t trust them. Hell, you don’t even seem to trust them.” Eric looked at May who seemed unruffled at the implied insult.
“Everyone is going to submit to the lie detector before I let anyone go off base. Security protocols, Agent Coulson. You understand that, don’t you?”
Coulson blinked at Koenig, “Well, uh…yes. Yes, of course, Agent. This is your base after all, but please proceed as quickly as possible.” Turning to the group he started giving orders. “Trip, I need you and make sure the Bus is refueled. Sort out whatever ammo we’ve got. Fitz, you and Simmons go over the files Skye will send you on Daniels. I need you to figure out how to stop him.”
Ward stood and winced, favoring his ribs. “Sir, I’d be happy to go over the munitions. Get us sorted out.”
“No, you need to heal. You stay behind with May and Skye.”
“Sir, I can help,” Ward protested.
“That’s an order, Agent.”
Ward looked over to a worried Skye. “Yes, sir. We’ll be here if you need us.”
Clint quietly picked up his bag, turning to leave.
“Agent Barton, I’d like to start with you,” Koenig said.
“Yeah, no. I’ve already told you, no messing with my brain waves.”
“Actually, Director Fury had planned for this contingency. A series of questions that only you would know. No machines, no probes. However, we do need to do this elsewhere. Follow me please. Before you leave the premises, I need to let you know how to get back in.”
“Whatever gets me on my way,” Clint said, following Koenig.
“Clint.”
“Yeah, boss?”
“We still need to talk before you leave.”
“No sir, we really don’t. It’s all cool, no biggie.” Clint shrugged.
“I will put this base on lockdown and send electric current though then entire ventilation system if you attempt to leave before I speak to you. Do I make myself clear?”
“Fine.” Clint stormed out.
Coulson turned to his team. “What are you all staring at? Get moving. Despite what some of you think we still have a job to do.”
***
“Go ahead. Ask your questions. I’ve got to start searching for Romanov and I’m wasting time,” Clint said.
“Actually, there are no questions. Just this.” Koenig handed Clint a flash drive.
“What’s this?”
“Files that Fury wanted you to have. He’s got an assignment for you.”
“Fury’s dead,” Clint answered blandly.
“Yes. That’s right,” Koenig replied. “However, HYDRA isn’t. There were certain files on Baron Wolfgang Von Strucker tha-"
"Baron Wolfgang Von Strucker?! That can't be a real name can it?"
Koenig glared at the interruption, "The files on Baron Von Strucker's detailed some experiments he was conducting on meta-humans, specifically a set of twins.”
Clint stilled, “Twins?”
“Twins who were last known to be in Hungary.” Agent Koenig’s voice was full of implications.
Clint nodded. “Ok, what about Romanov?”
“She walked away from a Congressional hearing and didn’t look back. Her whereabouts are unknown, but she’s believed to be safe.”
“Believed? On whose say-so?”
“Captain America.”
“Well, that’s a pretty reliable source. In that case I’ll be on my way.”
***
“I can’t trust you yet. You’ve got to earn that back.” Coulson turned from May. Storming down the corridor, he planned on running Clint to ground when Barton’s voice startled him.
“You’ve really been harsh on May. What gives?”
“She was spying on me for Fury.”
Clint shrugged. “Everybody spies for Fury.”
“She betrayed me, Fury betrayed me.” Phil’s voice shook.
“What do you mean betrayed you? Like maybe lied? Let you think they were dead? Let you think you were responsible for their death? Based a whole group of superheroes on a lie?” Clint could match Phil bitter for bitter.
“No." Phil's shoulders sagged, "Clint, I’m sorry. I know I’ve said it before, but I really am sorry. There were reasons.”
“And May had her reasons. And now I’ve got my reasons to leave. You go take care of Audrey.”
“Clint, it’s not what you think. She’s in danger. You remember what Daniels was like,” Phil pled with Clint.
Clint sighed. “I know, and believe me, I’m not saying you shouldn’t go. It’s important; she’s important to you. I’m just, well, I’m just a dumb carnie who's up for a good time.”
“Clint. What happened earlier…”
“Like I said, no biggie.”
“NO! That’s important. You’re important, very important to me,” Phil said.
Clint shrugged. “You and she, you had something. You were happy with her, I saw it.”
“I was, and we did. But it’s over: she mourned me and moved on.”
“Well, now you get to have a big dramatic reveal with her. You can pick up where you left off.”
“No, Clint. I don’t intend to reveal myself to her. I’m going to coordinate this op, not be a part of it. I’m not going to pick up again with Audrey and I won’t be pining for her either. When all is said and done, I choose you. I will always choose you.”
Phil leaned in and kissed Clint. It was hard, and sweet and full of promise.
“We are not done. We may go to different ends of the world, where ever Fury sends us, but WE are not done,” Phil said.
Clint smiled at that and touched his fingers to Phil’s cheek. “No. We’re not done,” he agreed.
Clint picked up his rucksack, tossed it over his shoulder and walked down the hall and out the open door that May stood next to. “Make sure you have his back, even when he doesn’t want it,” he demanded of her.
“Always.”