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These are Our Friends and These are Our Foes (You’re the One I Love Most) by Perpetual Motion (PG)
Fandom: THE AVENGERS (movieverse)
Pairing: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson (non-explicit), Maria Hill/Jasper Sitwell (implied)
Length: ~ 12,721 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
perpet_fic
Author Website: on AO3
Why this must be read: I confess: I love mission fic. I love the action-adventure feel of it, the tension of whether the characters can find a way out of the mess. In this story, Barton goes off-grid after a rogue agent tries to kill him. Phil is left halfway across the world, watching things unfold on security cams, etc. As confident as he is in Clint's abilities, it's not an easy thing to sit back and let your significant other try to stay one step ahead of someone bent on revenge.
I think what I like best about this fic is the way Phil is Phil. Sure, part of him wants to go racing to the rescue, and given the chance he'd be on a plane. Phil's job dictates where he needs to be and crises don't wait just because Barton's in danger - Phil's got an attack on midtown to deal with too. Phil is the agent who always does his job, and everyone respects him for exactly that, but at the same time, it's his partner/love in danger, and so there's also that little bit of an edge to everything Phil does. (He does send Natasha after the rogue, after all.) There's a quiet, believable sweetness to this story that really captures Phil's personality, I think, plus you get pretty much all the other Avengers characters as well, which makes for a well-rounded story.
“Off-grid,” Clint says to Phil, and Phil swears as he watches the whole thing unfold on the hotel security cameras tech had hacked as soon as they’d gotten the word on Kuring. Clint throws his phone, nailing Kuring an inch from the top of his nose, and then Clint’s moving fast, clearing the lobby before Kuring can staunch the flow of blood coming from his nose.
“I need eyes,” Phil barks, and footage from street cameras starts popping up as Clint moves. “Kuring?” Phil asks as he watches Clint keep up his pace down the block, clipping into view through the row of cameras they’ve managed to access.
“Still trying to deal with his nose,” a tech announces, and there’s a note of pride for Clint’s aim. “Orders?” he asks.
“Alpha team is in route,” Coulson says. “Keep eyes on him.” He watches Clint disappear down an alley, and another tech announces they’ve got no eyes down there. “Barton will find us,” Phil says. He clutches his cell in one hand as he reaches for the landline on the desk in front of him. “Call Kuring,” he orders. “Keep it ringing until he picks up.”
“Yes, Sir,” a tech says, and a few seconds later, Phil’s got a ringtone in his ear. He watches Kuring on the security feed, trying to push away the concierge who is clearly offering to call for medical help. Phil counts twenty-two rings by the time Kuring rifles around for his phone and pulls it from his suit jacket.
“What?” he snaps.
“This will be your only chance to come in on even passably good terms,” Phil tells him. On the screen, Kuring looks like a deer in headlights, and Phil revels in it. “You stay where you are, let Alpha Team collect you quietly, and you’ll get our most spacious, windowless cell and I will only break one of your fingers for your betrayal. You decide to run, you become Romanov’s pet project, and I won’t care about the state of any part of you after the fact.”
Kuring looks directly into the camera, and he gives a soulless smile. “I’m going to hunt down your favorite toy and mail him to you in pieces.”
“Romanov it is,” Phil says. “Best watch your kneecaps, you treasonous cretin.”
“Go fuck yourself,” Kuring says.
“Enjoy trying to hide that broken nose,” Phil replies, and he disconnects right before Kuring flings the phone out of the range of the camera. “I want Romanov and Sitwell in Sit-Room 2 in two minutes,” he says. “Get me Fury and Hill on conference on my way up.”
On AO3: These are Our Friends and These are Our Foes (You’re the One I Love Most)
If you enjoy the story, remember to feedback the author!
Pairing: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson (non-explicit), Maria Hill/Jasper Sitwell (implied)
Length: ~ 12,721 words
Author on LJ:
perpet_ficAuthor Website: on AO3
Why this must be read: I confess: I love mission fic. I love the action-adventure feel of it, the tension of whether the characters can find a way out of the mess. In this story, Barton goes off-grid after a rogue agent tries to kill him. Phil is left halfway across the world, watching things unfold on security cams, etc. As confident as he is in Clint's abilities, it's not an easy thing to sit back and let your significant other try to stay one step ahead of someone bent on revenge.
I think what I like best about this fic is the way Phil is Phil. Sure, part of him wants to go racing to the rescue, and given the chance he'd be on a plane. Phil's job dictates where he needs to be and crises don't wait just because Barton's in danger - Phil's got an attack on midtown to deal with too. Phil is the agent who always does his job, and everyone respects him for exactly that, but at the same time, it's his partner/love in danger, and so there's also that little bit of an edge to everything Phil does. (He does send Natasha after the rogue, after all.) There's a quiet, believable sweetness to this story that really captures Phil's personality, I think, plus you get pretty much all the other Avengers characters as well, which makes for a well-rounded story.
“Off-grid,” Clint says to Phil, and Phil swears as he watches the whole thing unfold on the hotel security cameras tech had hacked as soon as they’d gotten the word on Kuring. Clint throws his phone, nailing Kuring an inch from the top of his nose, and then Clint’s moving fast, clearing the lobby before Kuring can staunch the flow of blood coming from his nose.
“I need eyes,” Phil barks, and footage from street cameras starts popping up as Clint moves. “Kuring?” Phil asks as he watches Clint keep up his pace down the block, clipping into view through the row of cameras they’ve managed to access.
“Still trying to deal with his nose,” a tech announces, and there’s a note of pride for Clint’s aim. “Orders?” he asks.
“Alpha team is in route,” Coulson says. “Keep eyes on him.” He watches Clint disappear down an alley, and another tech announces they’ve got no eyes down there. “Barton will find us,” Phil says. He clutches his cell in one hand as he reaches for the landline on the desk in front of him. “Call Kuring,” he orders. “Keep it ringing until he picks up.”
“Yes, Sir,” a tech says, and a few seconds later, Phil’s got a ringtone in his ear. He watches Kuring on the security feed, trying to push away the concierge who is clearly offering to call for medical help. Phil counts twenty-two rings by the time Kuring rifles around for his phone and pulls it from his suit jacket.
“What?” he snaps.
“This will be your only chance to come in on even passably good terms,” Phil tells him. On the screen, Kuring looks like a deer in headlights, and Phil revels in it. “You stay where you are, let Alpha Team collect you quietly, and you’ll get our most spacious, windowless cell and I will only break one of your fingers for your betrayal. You decide to run, you become Romanov’s pet project, and I won’t care about the state of any part of you after the fact.”
Kuring looks directly into the camera, and he gives a soulless smile. “I’m going to hunt down your favorite toy and mail him to you in pieces.”
“Romanov it is,” Phil says. “Best watch your kneecaps, you treasonous cretin.”
“Go fuck yourself,” Kuring says.
“Enjoy trying to hide that broken nose,” Phil replies, and he disconnects right before Kuring flings the phone out of the range of the camera. “I want Romanov and Sitwell in Sit-Room 2 in two minutes,” he says. “Get me Fury and Hill on conference on my way up.”
On AO3: These are Our Friends and These are Our Foes (You’re the One I Love Most)
If you enjoy the story, remember to feedback the author!
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Excellent work!!
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