Who: Phil Coulson, Clint Barton (MCU) What: Morning afters are weird. Where: Clint's room (Tower #2, Room #102) When: Nov. 1st, earlyish. Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 to be safe. Status: In progress
Phil had a long and colorful career behind him. It had involved many covert operations, several not-that-covert ops, many near deaths, one actual death, and more than a few ill advised (and usually brief) relationships.
This was probably almost as unwise a decision as the one that had gotten Coulson killed. Clint had been Phil's agent for longer than any other single operative. Phil had recruited him. They were already emotionally entangled to the point where Phil might have gone after a Norse god with a weapon of unknown make at least in part because Loki had taken his agent. (Not that there weren't other, perfectly logical reasons born out of necessity.) Both of them were out of their element and in a place they didn't belong. Phil was starting to suspect there was something seriously wrong with him, since Tahiti. There was a high chance that Fury would have him either murdered or locked in a downstairs vault.
Phil just couldn't bring himself to care all that much at the moment, because Clint's clothes were somewhere other than on his body and he was curled up against Phil, hogging the pillows, warm against Phil, and beautiful. Bad idea or no, Phil didn't think he could ever look back on having had this and see it as a mistake, no matter how it ended up going. (Which could be very, very bad, but Phil wasn't going to worry about that, either.)
But he definitely wasn't looking forward to the Director finding out. Maybe if Phil just stayed in bed, that would never happen. Which would suit Phil anyway, since he in no way wanted to be anywhere other than where he was right now.
Clint stirred a little, and Phil ran a hand along his back, but stayed still otherwise, seeing if Clint was going to settle back to sleep or wake up. Phil wasn't sure Clint had been sleeping much at all, since he got here. He was resolutely not going to wake him up if Clint didn't wake up on his own. He was also not going to make jokes about wearing him out. Probably.