Fix Him

Title: Fix Him

Chapter: 12

Fandom: Avengers

Characters: Fury, Coulson, Hill

Word count: 710

AN: Ahhh, another one down. :3

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He could feel the headache that was creeping up on him with every ranted word, making him rub at the bridge of his nose with a soft moan. Coulson looked up from behind his hand as Fury paced back and forth before his desk, ranting about his current pet agent, one Clint Barton. Also known as Hawkeye.

Ever since he had taken Barton on as his agent, Coulson had dealt with more complaints in a six month period than he had dealt with when it came to any other agent, brand new or old. First it had been those who had been hit by those arrows with a note attached to it saying that they needed to pay attention to their surroundings, and from there it had gotten worse. The rants had come from anyone from the lower level agents who had had trained under him for a time all the way up to Agent Hill.

Finally, after a time of dealing with the people as they came, he had taken to instating a rule that all rants were to be in a report form before they were allowed to rant. The amount of people ranting had gone down drastically since then. But now, he was forced to listen to Director Fury rant about Barton’s newest annoying activity.

Which was driving Hill to drink and neglect her vast amount of paperwork according to him.

“Sir, if you could just calm down and talk to me without ranting at me, I can help you with your problem,” Coulson finally sighed, rubbing at his temple with a huff. Fury growled something before sitting down in a chair.

“It seems that your agent is trying to turn my assistant into a giggling schoolgirl.” Coulson sighed once again, rubbing at his nose.

Okay, so it was the other way around. Hill was being turned into the woman that she was under the facade of a cold, heartless, well trained agent. And that was driving Director Fury to drink since he had never thought that Hill was soft and loving when she wasn’t working.

“Sir, he is just spoiling her to make up for driving her to near homicide last week,” he said, reaching down to one of his desk drawers. He pulled out a bottle of good whiskey and two cups before standing from his chair and walking over to a small refrigerator, finding the ice. Placing the ice in the cups and pouring a bit of the whiskey, he said, “As it is, she landed five new agents in the medic bay after that last stunt he pulled. I know about the gifts since I gave him permission for a day trip in New York so he could buy them.”

“I do not need a giggly Hill in my office. Especially one that blushes and coos over the damn things,” Fury grumped as he took one of the cups. “She keeps looking all... all... all...”

“All woman sir?” Coulson suggested, getting a growl and pout from his boss, not that the man would ever admit to actually doing something like pouting. “You have to remember, that no matter how hard or cold she may act or seem, Agent Hill is still a woman. All all women do like to be spoiled, especially when it comes from a good looking man who is not only desirable but single. She is getting attention as a woman, a friend no doubt, but still as a woman. It’s a nice stroke to her ego and self confidence,” he continued with a slight smile.

Fury huffed and slumped back in his seat and started to sip at his whiskey, Coulson going back to his paperwork, hiding his amusement behind the papers. He had to read and sign off of the rant that the director had dropped onto his desk before going off on his verbal rant after all.

Coulson had known that when he had taken Barton on as one of his new pet projects and agent, he would have trouble with ranting agents.

He had just not expected a ranting Director Fury to be part of those who came to his office to rant and rave about the archer. It was definitely new for the man.