And here marks the complete story! :D So I wanted to do Clint last, simply because it just felt right, and also I find Clint a bit tougher to right. Hope I did okay and MAJOR THANKS to the prompter for the mega-awesome trade inspiration! :)
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1.
"Hey kid," The agent says. Clint's trying so hard to get away, knows that any lapse in time and they'll find him, and probably kill him. Though this guy doesn't look much better than the circus freaks after him.
"Listen Mister, I think you got the wrong fella," He says, a clearly country twang mixing with the words.
"Nope, You're the man," He says gently. "You willing to talk?"
Clint shifts nervously. He doesn't want to die, doesn't want to lose ground, but something about this guy seems to emit safety, and shelter. Something he hasn't felt in a long time. "Yeah, okay," He relents, though the nervous dancing from foot to foot doesn't stop.
"You were quite a big help with that sting back there," The guy says. "Wouldn't have been able to stop those guys without your aim."
"Yeah, I guess," Clint mumbles. It's then that Phil realizes the dance for what it is.
"Listen, I've got a deal for you kid," He says. "You give up this hit and run business, and use that bow for something good. We can use a guy like you."
"Yeah yeah, that's what they all say," Clint hisses. "Then it's either beat the kid or turn him loose to fend for himself again. Ya know, you stupid people really oughta-" Clint stops, and suddenly there's a slow patter and a shining below the kids feet. Even in the dark, Phil sees the blush on his cheeks. He knows what's happened, and he genuinely feels bad for him.
He waits for Clint to finish, before he finally explains fully. "I'm with the government. We call ourselves SHIELD. We need a good marksman like you, and from the looks of things right now, we can offer you a safe cover, and protect you. You'd get a salary, three square meals a day, and your own living quarters. Access to a practice range, and more updated weapons too."
"The bow stays," Clint mumbles, his thumb hesitating by his mouth. "And you really want some stupid baby who just pissed themselves?"
"Yes, because said baby brought down an entire mafia, and the ones who are threatening you aren't going to be able to do so for much longer." Clint hesitates, before nodding. He figures it's what Barney would want him to do.
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1.
"Hey kid," The agent says. Clint's trying so hard to get away, knows that any lapse in time and they'll find him, and probably kill him. Though this guy doesn't look much better than the circus freaks after him.
"Listen Mister, I think you got the wrong fella," He says, a clearly country twang mixing with the words.
"Nope, You're the man," He says gently. "You willing to talk?"
Clint shifts nervously. He doesn't want to die, doesn't want to lose ground, but something about this guy seems to emit safety, and shelter. Something he hasn't felt in a long time. "Yeah, okay," He relents, though the nervous dancing from foot to foot doesn't stop.
"You were quite a big help with that sting back there," The guy says. "Wouldn't have been able to stop those guys without your aim."
"Yeah, I guess," Clint mumbles. It's then that Phil realizes the dance for what it is.
"Listen, I've got a deal for you kid," He says. "You give up this hit and run business, and use that bow for something good. We can use a guy like you."
"Yeah yeah, that's what they all say," Clint hisses. "Then it's either beat the kid or turn him loose to fend for himself again. Ya know, you stupid people really oughta-" Clint stops, and suddenly there's a slow patter and a shining below the kids feet. Even in the dark, Phil sees the blush on his cheeks. He knows what's happened, and he genuinely feels bad for him.
He waits for Clint to finish, before he finally explains fully. "I'm with the government. We call ourselves SHIELD. We need a good marksman like you, and from the looks of things right now, we can offer you a safe cover, and protect you. You'd get a salary, three square meals a day, and your own living quarters. Access to a practice range, and more updated weapons too."
"The bow stays," Clint mumbles, his thumb hesitating by his mouth. "And you really want some stupid baby who just pissed themselves?"
"Yes, because said baby brought down an entire mafia, and the ones who are threatening you aren't going to be able to do so for much longer." Clint hesitates, before nodding. He figures it's what Barney would want him to do.
* * * *
SHIELD is surprisingly nice. Like seriously, top five places he's ever been. Maybe even top three. Except for that one night he spent in the police station after his parents died. Barney was there and he wasn't scared. God he misses his brother.
/Focus Clint!/ He snapped at himself. /Don't fuck this up. They CAN'T know./
2.
Coulson found out first. Not a big shock when he thought back on it really.
"Clint, you do know you can ask for help, right?" Phil had said, standing outside his door. Clint jumped and everything landed on the floor. He whimpered, and tried really hard to appear big. But Agent Coulson was Agent Coulson for a reason.
"I-I'm sorry," He sniffled. "Jus' a dumb baby."
"No," Phil said gently, tipping the younger male's head up to look at him. He gently wiped the tears from his eyes. "You're not a dumb baby. You just had a small accident. Not the end of the world."
"But... But I'm a spy now," Clint sniffled miserably.
"Why do you think we all wear black?" Phil chuckled. And, damn it, Clint couldn't help but giggle too. Maybe he would be okay after all.
3.
While Agent Coulson was patient, he didn't see the point in ignoring the problem. Which meant having an arguement with a very stubborn agent. Still, he had been hand-picked to deal with Clint. He was sure he could figure /something/ out. And figure it out he did.
"Clint, this is very simple," Coulson said firmly. "Either you wear them, or I have to make a report to medical. And they are no where /near/ as patient as I am."
Clint growled but took the package of pull-ups. He shoved them under his bed, but was secretly overjoyed. He had diapers! Finally, /finally/ he could properly play. Now all he needed were some toys...
4.
SHIELD general stores had a lot of things. Condoms, pregnancy tests, handcuffs.... legos. Coloring books. Crayons. Even stuffed animals. Though admittedly he was in the "kink" section. Why there was one, he wasn't sure. But right now all he could think about was whether he wanted a rainbow pacifier or a pirate pacifier.
* * * *
In the end, he got both, simply because the government paid for everything here. He smiled as he hauled his stash back to his little apartment. He couldn't have been happier. But a certain unflappable agent was waiting for him on his bed when he walked in.
"Your first mission," He said, holding out a file to the man. Clint dropped everything, and suddenly he whimpered. "We have to leave in an hour Clint. I would suggest you shove this all under your bed and we can discuss it afterwards." Oh boy. He was gonna lose his job for sure now.
5.
That mission was child's play. Seriously, this was the worst they could come up with?
"How did...?" Phil asked. "He ALWAYS see's his assassins coming..."
Clint beamed. "Just that good. The benefit of archery, is no one ever sees it coming," He smirked. "Especially in this day and age."
"Don't get cocky, rookie," A woman- she looked important- said. "Beginners luck."
"The kid's excited Hill, cut him some slack," Phil smiled. "Clint, this is assistant director Hill."
"Nice to meet you," He smiled, reaching his hand out. Hill raised an eyebrow. His thumb was... wet? It looked like... ohhhh./ She took his hand firmly, gave it one shake, and let it go.
"You're to debrief with me when we get back," She said firmly, before stalking off. "COULSON!"
"Sit, I'll be right back," He told Clint. The agent gave a lazy salute before flopping down on a seat, pretending to be obedient. As soon as his handler was out of sight though, he stuck his thumb in his mouth. He still wasn't overly fond of killing people.
* * * *
"He's a little," Hill said, passing Coulson a cup of coffee.
"...How do you know?" He asked, staring into the mug.
"Well for one he sucks his thumb," She said. "Figured that out in ten seconds. Also he was at the store yesterday and spent far too much time gathering up some things geared towards.... smaller people."
"You're spying on him now?" Phil chuckled. "I could report you for abuse of power."
"Fuck off Phil, you know I'm right," She said. "Question is, what are you gonna do about it? Since your last one decided to go rogue?"
That was a good question indeed....
6.
"But Daddyyyy!" Clint whined.
"No Clint, you have to take a bath," Coulson said firmly. The younger male pouted. He HATED baths! They were icky and wet, two things he hated being.
"I'll let you play with our bath crayons...." Phil tried. Clint gasped loudly and quickly ran to the tub. Phil smiled. How he had gotten so Lucky, he didn't know. Nor did he care. All he cared about was that Clint was happy. And that, the little boy certainly was.
7.
Loki came through a portal in the ground. It didn't make sense. None of it made sense. And then it all did.... He was flying.
* * * *
Loki was a little. He knew just from a few minutes with him. Or at least he was. He was trying to deny it right now, but Clint could see how shitty of a job he was doing. He let Clint wear pull-ups at least, and keep the paci in his pocket. Then they went to the heli-carrier.... Then the world went muddy and then black.
8.
Daddy was..... gone. He was really truly gone and... and that hurt more than anything else ever could. And it was all his... his....
Tasha held him while he cried. And he cried a lot. And then Tony came and hugged him too. And then Bruce. Bruce understood. He'd lost his mommy when he was little the first time. Bruce got a cool washcloth and a sippy full of water and wiped his face before giving Clint the cup. He told Tony and Tasha to get Pepper, and then scooped him up. Bruce wasn't his daddy. But, just for tonight... maybe he could pretend.
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Okay gang! That's all I got for this one! :) I do have somewhat of a plan going, so stay tuned. And thanks sooooo much to Radiowavemisfit for the inspiration for this! :D Love you guys and I'll see you next time!
/Focus Clint!/ He snapped at himself. /Don't fuck this up. They CAN'T know./
2.
Coulson found out first. Not a big shock when he thought back on it really.
"Clint, you do know you can ask for help, right?" Phil had said, standing outside his door. Clint jumped and everything landed on the floor. He whimpered, and tried really hard to appear big. But Agent Coulson was Agent Coulson for a reason.
"I-I'm sorry," He sniffled. "Jus' a dumb baby."
"No," Phil said gently, tipping the younger male's head up to look at him. He gently wiped the tears from his eyes. "You're not a dumb baby. You just had a small accident. Not the end of the world."
"But... But I'm a spy now," Clint sniffled miserably.
"Why do you think we all wear black?" Phil chuckled. And, damn it, Clint couldn't help but giggle too. Maybe he would be okay after all.
3.
While Agent Coulson was patient, he didn't see the point in ignoring the problem. Which meant having an arguement with a very stubborn agent. Still, he had been hand-picked to deal with Clint. He was sure he could figure /something/ out. And figure it out he did.
"Clint, this is very simple," Coulson said firmly. "Either you wear them, or I have to make a report to medical. And they are no where /near/ as patient as I am."
Clint growled but took the package of pull-ups. He shoved them under his bed, but was secretly overjoyed. He had diapers! Finally, /finally/ he could properly play. Now all he needed were some toys...
4.
SHIELD general stores had a lot of things. Condoms, pregnancy tests, handcuffs.... legos. Coloring books. Crayons. Even stuffed animals. Though admittedly he was in the "kink" section. Why there was one, he wasn't sure. But right now all he could think about was whether he wanted a rainbow pacifier or a pirate pacifier.
* * * *
In the end, he got both, simply because the government paid for everything here. He smiled as he hauled his stash back to his little apartment. He couldn't have been happier. But a certain unflappable agent was waiting for him on his bed when he walked in.
"Your first mission," He said, holding out a file to the man. Clint dropped everything, and suddenly he whimpered. "We have to leave in an hour Clint. I would suggest you shove this all under your bed and we can discuss it afterwards." Oh boy. He was gonna lose his job for sure now.
5.
That mission was child's play. Seriously, this was the worst they could come up with?
"How did...?" Phil asked. "He ALWAYS see's his assassins coming..."
Clint beamed. "Just that good. The benefit of archery, is no one ever sees it coming," He smirked. "Especially in this day and age."
"Don't get cocky, rookie," A woman- she looked important- said. "Beginners luck."
"The kid's excited Hill, cut him some slack," Phil smiled. "Clint, this is assistant director Hill."
"Nice to meet you," He smiled, reaching his hand out. Hill raised an eyebrow. His thumb was... wet? It looked like... ohhhh./ She took his hand firmly, gave it one shake, and let it go.
"You're to debrief with me when we get back," She said firmly, before stalking off. "COULSON!"
"Sit, I'll be right back," He told Clint. The agent gave a lazy salute before flopping down on a seat, pretending to be obedient. As soon as his handler was out of sight though, he stuck his thumb in his mouth. He still wasn't overly fond of killing people.
* * * *
"He's a little," Hill said, passing Coulson a cup of coffee.
"...How do you know?" He asked, staring into the mug.
"Well for one he sucks his thumb," She said. "Figured that out in ten seconds. Also he was at the store yesterday and spent far too much time gathering up some things geared towards.... smaller people."
"You're spying on him now?" Phil chuckled. "I could report you for abuse of power."
"Fuck off Phil, you know I'm right," She said. "Question is, what are you gonna do about it? Since your last one decided to go rogue?"
That was a good question indeed....
6.
"But Daddyyyy!" Clint whined.
"No Clint, you have to take a bath," Coulson said firmly. The younger male pouted. He HATED baths! They were icky and wet, two things he hated being.
"I'll let you play with our bath crayons...." Phil tried. Clint gasped loudly and quickly ran to the tub. Phil smiled. How he had gotten so Lucky, he didn't know. Nor did he care. All he cared about was that Clint was happy. And that, the little boy certainly was.
7.
Loki came through a portal in the ground. It didn't make sense. None of it made sense. And then it all did.... He was flying.
* * * *
Loki was a little. He knew just from a few minutes with him. Or at least he was. He was trying to deny it right now, but Clint could see how shitty of a job he was doing. He let Clint wear pull-ups at least, and keep the paci in his pocket. Then they went to the heli-carrier.... Then the world went muddy and then black.
8.
Daddy was..... gone. He was really truly gone and... and that hurt more than anything else ever could. And it was all his... his....
Tasha held him while he cried. And he cried a lot. And then Tony came and hugged him too. And then Bruce. Bruce understood. He'd lost his mommy when he was little the first time. Bruce got a cool washcloth and a sippy full of water and wiped his face before giving Clint the cup. He told Tony and Tasha to get Pepper, and then scooped him up. Bruce wasn't his daddy. But, just for tonight... maybe he could pretend.
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Okay gang! That's all I got for this one! :) I do have somewhat of a plan going, so stay tuned. And thanks sooooo much to Radiowavemisfit for the inspiration for this! :D Love you guys and I'll see you next time!
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