Fix Him

Title: Fix Him

Chapter: 6

Fandom: Avengers

For: Cutsy

Character: Clint

Word count: 662

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

Please remember that I am playing catch up/reposting chapters from what I posted earlier. Once I get the posted chapters fixed and ready to go, I'll be continuing to post this story after Sing Me a Lullabye is complete, along with one-shots that are waiting for me to actually edit and write.

Thank you.

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He was stalking through the vents once more, a miniature quiver on his back and crossbow in hand along with a pile of papers that was attached to one hip. Barton smirked as he paused to gaze out of one vent exit point, finding an agent putting away files and working through a pile of papers that was probably as tall as he was. Pulling a piece of paper free from his papers, he attached it to an arrow before taking very careful aim with his crossbow and firing. He smirked at the yelp as the agent went down, holding his leg where the purposefully dulled arrow hit and was sticking out.

Smirking once more, he continued on with his mission to annoy Coulson into doing something, anything beyond write a few reports and tell him not to do it again otherwise he would end up on cleaning missions. Sighing, Barton pouted as he continued on to his next target, wondering if he would like the next person or not, already having shot near a few that he did actually like instead of actually shooting the poor fool.

He had decided on going around in the vents, working his way through the Helicarrier and shooting at people to get them to actually pay some attention to what was going on around them instead of just going about their day. It was how one went soft after all and he was bored. And a bored Clint was a dangerous Clint.

Smirking to himself, Barton continued on with his vent trolling, eyes thoughtful as he continued to shoot and aim at various people as he thought about Coulson and what had been happening for the last few weeks. He had gotten to know the man, at least well enough that he could guess what he was going to do at any given time.

It still annoyed him that he wasn’t able to drive the guy away much less find out what got under Coulson’s skin enough to make him leave he and his team alone. Really, all Barton wanted was a handler that just took the reports in, gave them their chosen style of mission and leave them the fuck alone.

But Coulson wouldn’t just stand by. He ran the missions well, Barton could grant him that, and let his team do what they needed the way they needed to do it, which was good, but Barton still didn’t want a damn handler hovering over them. He didn’t know how the man worked half the time anyways, seeming as if he was too damn flexible in the way he worked.

Shaking his head with a growl, Barton grabbed another piece of paper, attached it to an arrow and took aim once more, hitting near Hill and making her jump up from her desk, gun in hand as she swept the room. She growled as she spotted the arrow and grabbed it, pulling the paper free and reading it.

She growled once more and stalked off to Coulson with the sheet of paper, finding several people heading for the medical unit with arrows sticking out of them or with arrow created wounds. Finding Coulson, Barton following after her in the vents, she slammed the paper down the man’s desk and snarled at him.

Barton snickered as Coulson picked up the paper and read out loud, “You really should pay more attention to your surroundings…”

“Fix him already will you?” Hill snarled before stalking out of the office, eyes narrowed and back straight.

“But I don’t think I could fix him even if I wanted to,” Coulson muttered, Barton’s eyebrows furrowing together at that piece of information. It looked as if he was going to be watching his handler a bit more closely than he had been for the last while. Settling in, the archer watched as his handler balled up the paper and tossed it into his waste paper basket and went back to work.