Fix Him

Title: Fix Him

Chapter: 4

Fandom: Avengers

For: Cutsy

Character: Clint

Word count: 782

AN: This one was fun to write. *cackles* I’m hoping that you enjoy this. Really.

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Perched on a rafter in his apartment, legs crossed and eyes half closed as he thought about the man that had been assigned as his new handler, one Clint Barton was looking thoughtful. He and the team that worked with him on his missions had a rare couple of weeks off from doing any missions, and would only be called in should their services be needed for something big.

It had been nearly two months since Coulson had been named his newest handler and they had met for the first time. True, he had seen the man around, knew of his reputation but he hadn’t really cared all that much about the guy. He was just another handler that worked with some of the best teams, rumored to be one of those handlers that worked with some of the hardest agents that worked for them.

It amused Barton to no end that Fury thought that the handler known as Phil Coulson could fix his need to drive off the idiots that tried oh so hard to fuck their missions up. He hadn’t liked a handler since his first one. Every handler that had come after his training handler had somehow fucked things up one way or the other, be it missions or be it trying to ruin his team by changing people out for ones that didn’t know how he worked.

Of course, there had been one handler that had tried to change their mission types which hadn’t worked and instead backfired on them rather quickly. Especially since a few times the missions almost got only not the archer but also his team, which then set Barton on a personal mission to get the handler to move onto a new team. It usually wasn’t that hard to do considering he could learn very easily just how to drive them out of their minds and away from his team.

But he hadn’t been able to figure out just what made Coulson tick outside of the fact that the man had this innate need to know how to work with them and how to get along with them while on missions. He rarely let slip anything personal about himself, which made it hard to learn how to get under the man’s skin and even harder to learn how to get rid of him.

“You would think that Fury would have gotten the hint that I don’t want a damn handler. We do just fine on our own,” Barton muttered, scowling heavily before he shook his head. “Why do I need to fucking well deal with a handler that won’t be of any use to us anyways?” he continued to mutter, sliding down off of the rafter and landing on his apartment floor with a barely there thud.

Standing up, he headed to the highly protected, heavily secured computer and picked it up before once more climbing up to the rafters, using the built in rock wall that had been put in for him. Once he had settled back into his place once more, he flipped open the laptop and connected with the servers in the helicarriers main computer area.

Pulling up Coulsons file, he was able to quickly hack into the more private information, thankful that his own team hacker had taken the time to teach him how to do so after their first new handler had fucked them over so badly. Staring at the rather sparse information uncovered, seeing a good lot of it was hidden under Fury’s ID and knowing that not even their best hacker could get past those protections, he rubbed at his stubbled chin.

Barton had found the man’s address and his phone number that he used for work, which would be useful. Smirking, he logged out and closed his laptop, aiming and tossing it onto his couch down below. Making sure that it had landed safely and without falling off of it again, extra cushioned floor or not, he followed after it, using the wall to get down with an almost supernatural ease.

He headed into his personal bedroom and bathroom to make sure he didn’t look like a scruffy agent that worked for an agency that no one knew about, changing into a pair of jeans and a shirt with long sleeves. Once his hair was fixed, he left the apartment, whistling.

Barton had a plan on how to get under one Phil Coulson’s skin and that started with heading to the man’s house to really get to know him. Or at least make his eyebrow twitch as he tried to figure out what he had done to make him be assigned on Barton as a handler.