Fix Him

Title: Fix Him

Fandom: Avengers

Part: 27

Pairing: Phil/Clint

Word count: 836

AN: A day late but I was feeling like blah yesterday and went to bed early. Sorry you guys. *hugs*

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Barton was basking in the fact that he was loved and that his other half loved him just as much. It was a nice feeling, one that he didn’t often get to feel, but he was able to truly enjoy at the moment seeing as it was more than just the love of a friend or someone of his created family.

It was the love of a partner, a lover, and it ran deep within both of them.

Humming as he slowly stretched, he chuckled as he watched his lover get dressed for the day. Coulson had showered, along with taken him up against the shower wall, which had been fun, before smoothing his hair back and putting on deodorant and a light cologne. Following that had been the putting on of the suit which had him pulling on his boxers, socks, pants, shirt; pulled on, buttoned and tucked in of course; and tie. Then he had to fix his hair all over again, making sure that it would sit right.

Barton chuckled and slipped out of their bed for a second time, going to make their breakfast with a hum of contentment. As he scrambled eggs and chopped vegetables for omelets, he chuckled to himself and shook his head. It had only been a week since they had gotten together, and all because of Mission Cupid as they were calling it, but it had been a wonderful week so far.

They kept things quiet of course. It wasn’t because they didn’t want to tell their friends what was going on between them, about their relationship, but because it was fun to do a run around on some of the brightest minds out there. Especially one Tony Stark. Even Jarvis had sworn to keep quiet about their relationship, using the quirks in his programming to get away with just giving the other’s clues when they asked, but not saying it out right.

It was turning out to be a lot of fun for the both of them.

Chuckling as he poured the eggs and vegetables into a hot pan, he soon had the food cooking and coffee perking when the coffee pot timer set it off. Coulson came out and stole a fast kiss before moving to pull down plates and cups, toast the bread and pour their coffee, making it like they both liked it. Black with just a bit of sugar for Coulson, to give him that first jolt of caffeine to finish waking up, and for Barton, no sugar with just enough creamer to make the coffee more toffee colored then black.

“Damn, you are good,” Barton drawled as he tasted his coffee quickly before flipping the egg and vegetable mix over with an easy flip of his wrist.

Coulson chuckled and buttered the toast, spreading some of the apple butter that they both enjoyed. “I am just that good. I was your handler and had to know what made you happy so you could do your job after all,” he teased, offering the plates and watching as the archer placed their omelets down onto them with a smirk.

“And this included my preference in coffee?” Barton asked teasingly as they sat down at their coffee table.

“No. That came from making you coffee in the morning while you were running out of the apartment like your ass was on fire,” he teased, getting a huff as they dug into breakfast. “I have a meeting this morning but I should be done by lunch if you’re not doing anything. I was thinking of ordering in today.”

“Sounds good to me. Get the usual Chinese if you can?” Barton asked, raising an eyebrow at the other with a smile. Coulson nodded and the two finished their breakfast in easy silence. Coulson was the first to leave, heading to his meeting while Barton got ready and left for his own day, both happy with how things were going.

They were loved and loved in return. Things were good.