Fix Him

Title: Fix Him

Chapter: 10

Fandom: Avengers

Character: Coulson, Fury

Word Count: 631

For: CutsyCat

AN: Another one done! *bounces happily and cackles*

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He was thinking. Rather hard all things considered. Not that he really had much of a choice in the matter since his nurse was watching him closely and had threatened to tie him down to the bed and sedate him until he was completely healed.

Barton knew for a solid fact that she would do that to him.

Sighing, Barton wiggled in his bed to find the most comfortable position as he continued to think about how he had landed in the medical unit of the Helicarrier. Again.

He had been on another mission, this one a solo mission with just his handler as his backup since it was just supposed to be a quick in and out job. At the time, he had been wary of only having one Phil Coulson with him seeing as he didn’t know how his handler did under pressure in a backup position, much less anything after all.

Oh, he knew that the man was a tactical brainiac and had scores on the range that were almost as good as his own were. But his physical training had been unknown to him along with his field training. But he knew now.

The mission had gone ass up just as Clint had been getting ready to leave the office that he had stolen the retrieved files from when a guard had gotten the drop on him. Getting knocked out had not been on his list of things to do that night, much less get tied up and being monologuing between getting smacked around.

What he hadn’t known was that while he was turning black and blue, his rib getting broken along with several cracked ones and a cracked femur, Coulson was slinking through the shadows. The man had somehow missed most of the guards easily while he tranqed the ones he did come across and couldn’t get around. He ended up shooting the guy from the back and saving Clint from even more monologuing and pain.

To Clint, the moment Coulson had come around the corner, missing his jacket and tie, gun pointed out before him, a grim look on his face, was the best moment in Clint’s life out of so many moments in his life. From there, his handler had somehow gotten him out while another team had gone in to clean up the people and information. Once he had been safely in the transport van and given the okay to pass out from his injuries, he had done so as Coulson had started to take care of his wounds.

When he had next woken up, he had been taken cared of and stuck in bed with lots of time to just think. He had never run into a handler that would just jump into helping him or his team. But not only had Coulson jumped into working with his team, but he had also saved him from could have and would have turned into a very long and very nasty torture session.

As he had learned via his computer, Phil Coulson wasn’t just another handler, but rather he was a fully trained field and desk agent. He kept all aspects of his training up to date and was found in the gym often so he could keep in shape. He was in the top five percent of all active agents, in both categories, which was amazing.

All around, Coulson was a surprising man. Not only had he made his skills seem underrated, but he had also known not to actually try anything until he got to know the team and Barton.

Clint groaned and rubbed at his face with a grunt. He supposed that he had just had to admit that handlers had their uses after all. Phil Coulson more so than others.