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doesn't matter if I bleed by topaz (Explicit, NC-17)
Fandom: THE AVENGERS (movieverse)
Pairing: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson
Length: ~ 25,450 words
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topaz119; t_fic (fic journal)
Author Website: topaz's stories on AO3; Index of Stories on LJ
Why this must be read: When someone hurts you or disappoints you it can be hard to forgive them, but it can also be unsettling if you find yourself wanting to forgive them, to have them back in your life. This story deals with that complex mix of emotions when Clint and the team find out Phil is alive and well, a year after the incident with Loki. Phil's living somewhat nearby, teaching classics and history to graduate students (who are thrilled when Clint shows up at one class with a Welsh longbow to show them). The story's a slow unravelling of the anger Clint feels, as he comes to terms with all of his other emotions about Coulson. Again, it's one of those stories that feels authentic as the characters struggle to deal with a new, unplanned-for future. It also has some nice team cameos, and a lovely Clint+Natasha friendship.
In the end, Clint goes with what he does best: watch and wait. The coordinates resolve to a small neighborhood off the river in Alexandria, Virginia; the townhouses all meticulously restored Colonials; his target in particular looking to be a former gatehouse or possibly a restored barn. Clint settles into a perch behind the ridgeline of a neighboring roof, the chimney at his back shielding him from all but the most determined of viewers, and waits. There's someone moving around in the house--okay, fine, Clint can think his name: Coulson's moving around in the house--but it's otherwise quiet and peaceful. Clint lets himself drop into the zone where he's almost resting except for the part of his brain that correlates everything he sees and throws up a flag for anomalies. There aren't any of those, at least not until Coulson stops in front of the big bay window and leaves a tiny flash of color on the glass. Clint deliberates for a while, but finally pulls out one of his smaller scopes and looks through it. It's a Post-It note, with handwriting Clint knows as well as his own reading, If you think I don't know when you're out there watching, you're losing your edge.
Clint's down off the roof and halfway back to the airport before he stops to think about why he's running, but it doesn't stop him from catching the next flight back to New York.
On AO3: doesn't matter if I bleed
If you enjoy the story, remember to feedback the author!
Pairing: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson
Length: ~ 25,450 words
Author on LJ:
topaz119; t_fic (fic journal)Author Website: topaz's stories on AO3; Index of Stories on LJ
Why this must be read: When someone hurts you or disappoints you it can be hard to forgive them, but it can also be unsettling if you find yourself wanting to forgive them, to have them back in your life. This story deals with that complex mix of emotions when Clint and the team find out Phil is alive and well, a year after the incident with Loki. Phil's living somewhat nearby, teaching classics and history to graduate students (who are thrilled when Clint shows up at one class with a Welsh longbow to show them). The story's a slow unravelling of the anger Clint feels, as he comes to terms with all of his other emotions about Coulson. Again, it's one of those stories that feels authentic as the characters struggle to deal with a new, unplanned-for future. It also has some nice team cameos, and a lovely Clint+Natasha friendship.
In the end, Clint goes with what he does best: watch and wait. The coordinates resolve to a small neighborhood off the river in Alexandria, Virginia; the townhouses all meticulously restored Colonials; his target in particular looking to be a former gatehouse or possibly a restored barn. Clint settles into a perch behind the ridgeline of a neighboring roof, the chimney at his back shielding him from all but the most determined of viewers, and waits. There's someone moving around in the house--okay, fine, Clint can think his name: Coulson's moving around in the house--but it's otherwise quiet and peaceful. Clint lets himself drop into the zone where he's almost resting except for the part of his brain that correlates everything he sees and throws up a flag for anomalies. There aren't any of those, at least not until Coulson stops in front of the big bay window and leaves a tiny flash of color on the glass. Clint deliberates for a while, but finally pulls out one of his smaller scopes and looks through it. It's a Post-It note, with handwriting Clint knows as well as his own reading, If you think I don't know when you're out there watching, you're losing your edge.
Clint's down off the roof and halfway back to the airport before he stops to think about why he's running, but it doesn't stop him from catching the next flight back to New York.
On AO3: doesn't matter if I bleed
If you enjoy the story, remember to feedback the author!