Fix Him

Title: Fix Him

Chapter: 16

Fandoms: Avengers

Characters: Fury, Barton, Coulson

Word count: 582

An: Last one for today.

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The paperwork was spawning, he just knew it. It seemed as if it just grew more and more every day that went past. Of course, most of them were turning out to be brand new rants about Barton, but Coulson was well beyond used to them by then.

He was just glad that they had gotten smart about it and put a cover on the front that stated clearly “Rant” on it so he could go over them after the important paperwork had been done.

Finally deciding that he should go through his paperwork and separate things into proper piles, including a pile for the rants, he did so and was just finishing with that when Hill stormed in with Sitwell following closely behind her, both of them looking pissed and holding what looked to be thick rants. He idly wondered just what had pissed the two agents off enough to come to the Avengers Tower to rant at him in person.

He paused and changed that thought to what Barton had done to piss them off enough to come to the Avengers Tower to rant at him.

Sitting back in his chair, he took the well written rants and went over the two of them as Hill and Sitwell took turns ranting about what his field agent had done this time. By the time his fellow agents had finished their rants and left, leaving him with a slight headache throbbing behind his eyes, Coulson was pulling out a bottle of aspirin and thinking about getting up to buy a bottle of juice from the vending machine just down the hall.

He was unsurprised when Barton dropped from the vent and put a pink one down before him. “Are they gone for good?” he asked as he took the bottle and shook it hard before opening it.

“Yep, they left,” Barton chuckled, watching as his handler downed two aspirin with a swig of the pink drink.

“Did you have to annoy them? Didn’t you just get on Hill’s good side?” Coulson finally asked, leaning back as Barton dropped down onto the couch with a grunt.

“As I’m sure that you know, me and my team ditched the new handler that was trying to get us to do shit that I had no interest in doing,” Barton hummed, smirking slightly.

“The whole gang situation that he seems intent on saying is going on, correct?” Coulson asked, Barton nodding his head.

He snorted after a moment. “Those so called gang bangers are just a bunch of black kids who are a part of the The Youth Alliance as big brothers and sisters.”

“Isn’t that the group that helps low income kids get off the streets and to help them keep up their grades?” Coulson asked, reaching out to one of his desk drawers and riffling through the papers.

“Yep. Runs on donations, fund raisers and volunteers. I offer time once a year, presents during Christmas and donate,” Barton replied.

“So, beyond ditching him,” Coulson started, finding what he wanted and handing it to Barton, “what else did you do?”

“Bitched about him but Hill and Sitwell both like him since he’s such a suck up his nose is forever brown. They don’t like me bitching about him,” Barton said, taking the pen.

“Fill it out. I’ll get it to Fury myself,” Coulson promised, getting a real smile from the agent he still considered his own.