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We've got to find other ways by noelia_g (Teen, PG)
Fandom: THE AVENGERS (movieverse)
Pairing: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson
Length: ~ 8400 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
noelia_g
Author Website: noelia_g's stories on AO3
Why this must be read: There are a lot of fics dealing with Loki's actions affecting Phil and Clint. The road trip is a classic trope for forcing two characters together in a small space over a period of time and seeing what happens. It's a great way to show character, and a lot can be conveyed without saying much at all. I think it epitomizes the contradictions inherent in Clint and Phil's relationship--they're not alike, but they're familiar; they're not only agents or friends or something more, but all of those things all at once and to varying degrees.
Ostensibly, Phil and Clint are driving towards a mission assignment. What's important here is how sometimes it takes us time to work up to saying the things we mean. How we can know someone so well, and yet still misread them. How we can care deeply, but still want the other person to know how badly they've hurt us. How sometimes we don't even understand why we're angry or frustrated, but just as quickly, those feelings can disappear. The story shows the characters as very human, and the healing process as a slow give-and-take, which feels astoundingly real to me. In spite of some occasional awkwardness in the writing, this remains one of my favourite stories.
Coulson gives him a look, part exasperation and part amusement, and Clint shrugs, like he usually does. He thinks he might survive this trip if they keep it like this, light and normal, Clint going from focused when he needs to to running his mouth off, Coulson alternatively snarking and sighing at him.
But he also knows himself and his need to pick at scabs before they’re properly healed, making a bloody mess of them. And the recent events haven’t even begun to fade, they’re gaping open wounds and he’ll bleed out if he’s not careful. He’s made attempts at patching things up, starting with agents’ funerals and Natasha, but the first was like pouring salt over it and the second... well, Natasha had, on occasion, sewed up his wounds with rough thread and a needle she held over a candle. It hurts like a motherfucker, but they’ll be fine, it’s him and Natasha... they’ll be fine.
This... this is different. “You know what Natasha says sometimes...” he starts as they walk into the gas station and stops at Coulson’s mildly interested look. “Nevermind,” he says and Coulson lets it slide once again, nodding and heading off in search of his donuts.
On LJ: We've got to find other ways
On AO3: We've got to find other ways
If you enjoy the story, remember to feedback the author!
Pairing: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson
Length: ~ 8400 words
Author on LJ:
noelia_gAuthor Website: noelia_g's stories on AO3
Why this must be read: There are a lot of fics dealing with Loki's actions affecting Phil and Clint. The road trip is a classic trope for forcing two characters together in a small space over a period of time and seeing what happens. It's a great way to show character, and a lot can be conveyed without saying much at all. I think it epitomizes the contradictions inherent in Clint and Phil's relationship--they're not alike, but they're familiar; they're not only agents or friends or something more, but all of those things all at once and to varying degrees.
Ostensibly, Phil and Clint are driving towards a mission assignment. What's important here is how sometimes it takes us time to work up to saying the things we mean. How we can know someone so well, and yet still misread them. How we can care deeply, but still want the other person to know how badly they've hurt us. How sometimes we don't even understand why we're angry or frustrated, but just as quickly, those feelings can disappear. The story shows the characters as very human, and the healing process as a slow give-and-take, which feels astoundingly real to me. In spite of some occasional awkwardness in the writing, this remains one of my favourite stories.
Coulson gives him a look, part exasperation and part amusement, and Clint shrugs, like he usually does. He thinks he might survive this trip if they keep it like this, light and normal, Clint going from focused when he needs to to running his mouth off, Coulson alternatively snarking and sighing at him.
But he also knows himself and his need to pick at scabs before they’re properly healed, making a bloody mess of them. And the recent events haven’t even begun to fade, they’re gaping open wounds and he’ll bleed out if he’s not careful. He’s made attempts at patching things up, starting with agents’ funerals and Natasha, but the first was like pouring salt over it and the second... well, Natasha had, on occasion, sewed up his wounds with rough thread and a needle she held over a candle. It hurts like a motherfucker, but they’ll be fine, it’s him and Natasha... they’ll be fine.
This... this is different. “You know what Natasha says sometimes...” he starts as they walk into the gas station and stops at Coulson’s mildly interested look. “Nevermind,” he says and Coulson lets it slide once again, nodding and heading off in search of his donuts.
On LJ: We've got to find other ways
On AO3: We've got to find other ways
If you enjoy the story, remember to feedback the author!