Fix Him

Title: Fix Him

Chapter: 7

Fandom: Avengers

Character: Coulson, Barton

Word Count: 722

For: CutsyCat

AN: Well, this is fun. ;) I’m loving writing this series, I really am.

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Signing off on another mission report that had come across his desk, Coulson hummed softly and drew another one to him, flipping it open. He had been working on through various reports and requests for the last two hours, signing them off and putting them in the outbox that the office helper came and emptied out every so often. He tried to ignore him as he came in and out, dropping off reports or picking them up, but it was rather hard since the guy tended to try and pause and flirt with him.

Coulson had a feeling that the guy would be another one that ended up with an arrow that stuck out from somewhere. It always seemed to be the ones that worked very closely to him that always seemed to end up hurt the worst whenever Barton went on one of his sprees of shooting at or around people. The last one had just been last week and both Hill and Fury had bitched at him about the fact that he wasn’t controlling Barton like they wanted him to do so.

It was kind of pathetic considering that he didn’t want to control the archer, but instead wanting to let the man grow and learn on his own as he wished, helping him and guiding him as needed.

Sighing, Coulson sat back and closed his eyes, eyebrow twitching as he watched some dust fall from the vent, knowing that Barton was once more watching him. Not that the archer knew that he knew that he was there, but that didn’t really matter to him. Just knowing that he was being stalked was enough to put him on edge.

He had first noticed that the other was following and watching him via various vents around the helicarrier but had decided to ignore it in favor of seeing what the guy would end up doing in the long run. So far, Barton had done nothing but stalk after him, watching him through the vents and occasionally shooting people when he felt they needed refresher courses in their training.

‘At least he doesn’t slack off on his other duties,’ Coulson thought, smirking to himself before standing up. He smoothed down his tie as he moved to where he had set up a small coffee station and shifted through the various bags and packs of coffee and teas. He picked a chocolate flavored coffee from the collection and placed it into his single serve maker, amazed once more at the inventiveness of mankind when it came to such creature comforts as coffees and teas.

As the coffee perked, filling the air around him, he looked up slightly at the vent, making sure to not be noticeable in doing so. His eyebrow rose as the fact that the dust had stopped falling, Barton probably noticing that it was with every breath and having moved. Either that or he had wiped off the dust with one his bits of cloth that he tended to carry around.

It was quite amusing really the way Barton carried around clothes that he could use to dust something. But Coulson knew that it also came in handy at keeping fingerprint evidence to a minimum along with making sure that he didn’t sneeze at an inopportune moment.

Picking up his coffee cup once more, he padded back to his desk and sat down, sipping at the drink with an appreciative hum of pleasure. He was going to enjoy his cup of coffee, ignoring the fact that Barton was moving to a new vent in his office. Luckily none of the vents were above his desk, so he didn’t have to worry about breach of confidentiality, but it was amusing that Barton was watching him the way he was.

It was almost as if the man had a puppy crush on him but Coulson knew that wasn’t it. Barton just wanted to know how to get under his skin and drive him away from the team, even though that wasn’t going to happen.

Not even if Coulson had wanted to move onto a new team, but he didn’t want to move onto a new team. He rather liked annoying one Clint Barton by being unflappable. This included just ignoring him as he watched him from the vents, much to his amusement.