#clint coulson appreciation week

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Title: Coming Home (And Finding You) Pairing: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson Word Count: 1.4K Tags: Pre-Avengers, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injuries, Clint is an awesome husband, Fluff

Summary:  Phil has a rough mission. When he gets home, Clint has all of Phil’s favorites ready.

Written for @clintcoulson

Coming Home (And Finding You) is available to read on AO3!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson Characters: Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Other Avengers Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Spring Break, Day At The Beach, Beach Holidays, Fluff, CCAW, Deaf Clint Barton, ClintCoulson Appreciation Week 2024 Series: Part 4 of College Crushes and Pokemon Go Summary:

Phil Coulson even after a year of dating Clint Barton couldn't believe that he would be going to spend spring break at the beach for free due to his boyfriend knowing the richest guy in school.

Written for ClintCoulson Appreciation Week 2024 day 5: Fluff day

[gotlostonmywayhome]

Can't wait to start posting tomorrow!!!

We have a collection! Right Here!

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Remember CCAW runs from May 1st-May 7th, 2023

May 1 - Trope Day

May 2 - Supernatural/Magic Day

May 3 - Found Family Day

May 4 - Fluff Day

May 5 - First Meeting/Recruitment Day

May 6 - Sex/Romance Day

May 7 - AU Day

While we have a collection on AO3. CCAW is open to anything. You can make a rec list, write, draw, create something. Really all that matters is that it is ClintCoulson related! Drop me an ask and I'll reblog it here.

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Navigation v5 (Part 1)

(I will update this thing every month and highlight new stuff with blue color, but for the newest posts - please just scroll down).

Any activity is highly appreciated. If you'd like to reblog my posts - please do, this is my favorite (this way you give other people a chance to find out more about Tony and the MCU).

Some rules

So far we found out:

Which Tony is the real one: Good boy, Alter Ego, Kid, 16 years old, 17-18 years old, 21 years old, Big man in a suit of armor, Badass Motherfucker, Gryffindor 1, Gryffindor 2, Stealth mode, Sakaar, "Villain", Abuse, Revelation, Torture

That he is not a narcissist and his self-esteem is not high: Easy test, Lack of ambition, Not High Self-esteem, 616 Low Self-esteem, More of 616

His health condition: "I am Iron Man", Blast Injury, Shrapnel and heart damage, Torture, Arrhythmia, Important week, Reactor 1, Reactor 2, Surgeries p.1, Surgeries p.2, Surgeries p.3, List of his disabilities, Don't forget!, How Extremis works, Heart problems in CW

Psychiatry: PTSD, Death Wish

That he is an introvert: Jon Favreau commentary, MCU, 616, Socially awkward, Absent-minded

And didn't like to party: Big post, And he just said it himself

His natural habitat: a Lab

Details about his childhood: Facts, Own will, Inner child, Bravery, When he met Rhodey

He is a heavy sleeper: Proof, Nightmares, Best places to sleep

What makes him happy: Science, Being a father, Kids, Relationship

What he accomplished: Achievements, Saved the whole universe, Marksman, PhDs

He is actually a very strange billionaire: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Comfort, Food, Chores, Wallet, Not a businessman, Communism

That he cared for others: Compound owner, Barton's farm scenes, Useful person, What if, Peter's clothes

And had a special understanding of his role of the boss: Pepper

Who was a true friend: Steve, Bruce, Stane, Coulson, Nat and Clint, Pepper, Happy and Rhodey: Part 1 and Part 2, BFF

That Tony sometimes says things about himself that are the opposite of reality: "I'm fine", "Playboy", Joke about bathroom in the suit

That he doesn't have a drinking problem in the MCU: Conclusion with its own navigation

And his coffee addiction is also a myth: Proof

That Tony is bisexual: Proof, FrostIron

And submissive: Proof, Okay Man

MCU Timeline: IM1 part 1, IM1 part 2, IM1 part 3

Tumblr does not allow to add more than 100 links per post, so I had to make two more parts.

Part 2, Part 3

[themculibrary]

Post-it/Sticky Notes Masterlist

All's Fair (ao3) - cakeisnotpie clint/phil T, 5k

Summary: “That’s it,” Phil declared. “I’ve had enough of this menace.”

“You don’t know he did this,” Maria reminded him. “This thing’s always been an old piece of crap.”

“Oh, it’s him,” Phil declared. “And this time, it’s war.”

Everyone has that one person they work with who drives them crazy, and at a big place like SHIELD, you might not even know their name. A C/C enemies to lovers story with a dash of mistaken identity, a pinch of miscommunication, and side of misunderstanding. Written for day one of the Clint/Coulson appreciation week 2022, Trope Day.

And Another Thing... (ao3) - thehotzone N/R, 7k

Summary: [Post-Civil War]

Someone in the Compound has memory problems. Little things like how to live with themselves, which date it is, what to put in their coffee. Stuff like that.

Tony Stark has other problems. Little things like living with the guy who killed his parents, threats from space, neon-green sticky notes.

Stuff like that.

Building Blocks (ao3) - tielan maria/steve G, 1k

Summary: Building a relationship, note by note.

End on a High Note (ao3) - tisfan bucky/tony T, 1k

Summary: Someone's been leaving Bucky little notes...

It's Just Us (ao3) - purpleicedtears steve/tony, past pepper/tony T, 4k

Summary: For their first Valentine's Day together, Steve asked Tony for one thing: a poem.

No one could say that Tony Stark didn’t throw himself completely into his projects.

Cue research, frustration, and workshop shenanigans.

Love Notes (ao3) - brodiew pepper/natasha T, 823

Summary: Peggy wakes up to an empty bed and discovers a post-it note where Nat should be.

Notes of happiness (ao3) - Mimisempai loki/mobius G, 1k

Summary: Sometimes to work out his nightmares, Loki goes flying and Mobius waits for him, knowing that he will always come home.

Of Cats and Baking: A Tale Told In Sticky Notes (ao3) - Persiflage daisy/phil G, 1k

Summary: AU: Daisy and Coulson are neighbours who 'talk' via sticky (post-it) notes on her apartment door.

Post-it Notes (ao3) - redshineJasper (MrsPummeluff) steve/bucky G, 6k

Summary: They live together. One day Steve starts leaving notes all around the house for Bucky. Bucky adores them. Some make him remember, some are just great. Others make him laugh and happy. One day Bucky decides to return the favor.

OR

First, it had started one morning when Bucky had woken up after a nightmare-free night. But the decision to return the favor had struck after a bad night

Progress (The One With The Post-It Notes) (ao3) - Paraxdisepink steve/bucky M, 5k

Summary: Bucky is alone for a day and Steve leaves post-it notes on his metal arm.

Stuck on You (ao3) - starkly tony/thor G, 1k

Summary: Thor figures out what to get the man who has everything for Valentine's Day.

Unpack Your Heart (ao3) - enigma clint/natasha G, 3k

Summary: The first note appears on a Friday that just happens to also be Valentine’s.

Way With Words (ao3) - hitlikehammers steve/bucky T, 2k

Summary: “You’re perfect, you know that?”

Bucky’s lips quirk, and god, Steve really doesn’t know what he did without that steady, sly grin in his life for an instant, let alone for years.

“I’m pretty aware, yeah.”

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Bucky and Steve, navigating the cold (and warmth) of the holiday season.

we were in screaming color (ao3) - fakeplasticlily steve/bucky T, 12k

Summary: Bucky isn’t quite sure how it happens, at first.

All he knows is this: one moment, he’s chewing leftover pizza on the couch, making his way through JARVIS’s list of must-watch sci-fi films from the last century. Then the boy on the 128-inch premium Stark-issued television screen rides his bicycle with his alien friend into the sky.

The next thing he knows: he’s standing in front of the fish bowl in the hall, and there are post-it notes stuck to at least eight different surfaces in the apartment. There’s a memory on each of them, sometimes with a year.

Or: how Bucky discovers post-it notes, makes an apple pie, and comes to discover a few more uses for post-it notes along the way.

Yellow Post-It, Black Ink (ao3) - WanderingAlice steve/bucky G, 869

Summary: Steve leaves post-it notes on Bucky's arm. Bucky returns the favor.

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Day One: A very important Coffee Shop

Day One: A very important Coffee Shop https://ift.tt/tqZ0han by firlalaith Clint and Phil first met in a coffee shop Words: 141, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of ClintCoulson Appreciation Week 2024 Fandoms: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clint Barton, Phil Coulson Relationships: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson Additional Tags: Drabble, First Meetings, Tropes, Coffee Shops

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“I don’t think you appreciate how hard it is for me to hold your life and reputation together when you’re so bent on destroying them,” Pepper says, exasperated.

Pepper is tired of Tony’s bullshit (chp. 1)

Turn Around (Three Times Before Lying Down) by kellifer_fic (AO3) The Avengers (Marvel Movies) – Mature – Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson #Alternate Universe #Werewolves #First Time #Blowjob #Tony Stark has feelings #Action/Adventure

Everyone knows that Tony Stark is a playboy, billionaire philanthropist, but what they don’t know is that he’s also a werewolf. When a government agency known as SHIELD finds out, they use this information to force Tony’s hand and bring him into a new elite lycan field team, codename The Avengers Initiative.

Suddenly Tony finds himself playing host to a bunch of lycans, a misplaced God of Thunder and an experimental supersoldier that isn’t as dead as everyone assumed. Can his week get any worse?

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Clint Coulson Appreciation Week Day 2: Nerd Day

A bit late I know, but I offer you this...Treasure, in which Phil is a huge nerd

and Clint finds it (him) adorable

Here on the AO3.

Enjoy x

[kynmoonlight]

It starts with a “C”

Short fic with digital wordcloud fanart for ClintCoulson Appreciation Week

on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30903623

[gotlostonmywayhome]

Title: The Universe is Ridiculous Pairing: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson Word Count: 1.3K Tags: No Powers AU, Meet Ugly, First Date, Fluff, Clumsy Clint Barton, Insecure Phil Coulson

Summary:  Phil should know better and be careful about what he asks for. Or at least be very specific as to what he asks for. The Universe has a wicked sense of humor and will likely do exactly as wished.

Written for @clintcoulson Day Five - First Meeting/Recruitment Day 

The Universe is Ridiculous is available to read on AO3!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson Characters: Clint Barton, Phil Coulson Additional Tags: Deaf Clint Barton, Deaf Character, Blood and Injury, Knives, Rescue Missions, Rescue, CCAW, ClintCoulson Appreciation Week 2024 Summary:

Clint was having a bad day. First he lost his comms then he was captured. Now he's having to sit in silence waiting for his team to come get him.

Written for ClintCoulson Appreciation Week 2024 Day 4: Rescuing Each Other.

[authoressskr]

october is it’s own magic

[october 4th]

Characters: f!plus size reader, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, James Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Clint Barton, mentions of Maria Hill, Phil Coulson, and Nick Fury

Warnings: Language, no Beta, basically this is me writing for myself   ::    Notes: THIS CHAPTER IS A LOOOOONG ONE - SORRY! this will be a series. i will be posting it (hopefully*) every day until Halloween. And thanks to @firefly-graphics for the use of the divider!  ::   Word Count: 5878

Soulmate AU. Bucky has a secret admirer. They keep leaving him all sorts of autumnal goodies with little notes. But who the hell is it?!

Please do NOT repost, copy & paste, post, translate, or share my works on any other platform without my EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION.

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[october 3rd]

The camera footage was a bust. They did let him review it - perks of being an Avenger - for the last three weeks which brought up a whopping nothing. No one bought that large a quantity of cookies, usually never more than 3 or 4, and he hadn’t seen you on the footage either, dashing his hopes a little. Bucky hadn’t gone on a run this morning, staking out the counter, only to find that there was a large purple box with orange ribbons around it already sitting there when he woke up.

Whoever it was was quite a few steps ahead of him, which - besides being frustrating - made him think it has to be someone closer to him and the Avengers than he had originally thought. Sam and Steve had left in a cloud of laughter once they saw the box, and his face upon discovering it since he had told them of his plan the evening before. Assholes. It had to be someone with authorization to get onto this floor, as not everyone in the building did. And that - that one nudge of an idea was at the forefront now. So while he waited for everyone to gather, he had gotten his tablet and gone through all the people who did have access. 

Turns out it was nearly thirty people, not including the Avengers who lived in-house. He split them into two groups, Possibles and No but Not Written Off. About 12 of those with access are men, and while Bucky isn’t opposed if it is in fact his soulmate, he usually goes for women, so they get moved to NbNWO. That leaves him with the 18 other plausible candidates, ten of which he eliminates further due to the fact their personnel record stated they were already soul-bound. 

Sooo, that left him with 8. You, two scientists in their late 40s, one secretary in her mid-50s, two media/social consultants who were 22 and 26, an engineer who was in her late 30s, and an analyst under your division who was two years older than you. Those were all of his possible, un-soul-bound women who could access this floor and possibly be leaving the gifts. He had checked the elevator footage as well (with a silent thank you sent to you as well since he wasn’t apparently firing on all cylinders after he met you), and besides discovering Sam was secretly sneaking down to the 17th floor to hook up with one of the junior scientists after they got off work (which he logged away for future use), he had only seen the secretary, engineer and yourself use the elevator in the past few days. Thus why you kept staying at the top of his list.

Among other things.

Steve brings him back a coffee, an extra-large cappuccino that he happily takes, shoving his tablet away from him with a little disdain at the wall he’s run into.

“Well don’t you look pissed,” Sam mutters as he hands him a warm croissant.

Bucky takes a big bite out of the buttery, flaky bread while pout-glaring at Sam and Steve.

“Three of eight,” He manages around his mouthful before swallowing it down.

“Three of eight what?” Steve asks for clarification, taking a long drink from his own cup.

“Possibilities,” He slides the tablet towards them. “There are eight women who it could be. Three of which have used the elevator to come onto this floor in the last few days.”

“Including your dream girl,” Steve figures out, handing the tablet over to Sam. Bucky just nods miserably before taking a big sip of his cappuccino.

“Aww, why do you look so down this morning, Bucky?” Wanda asks, brushing a hand comfortingly up and down his back.

“His wonderful spy and assassin skills are failing him and he’s pissy about it,” Sam grins out before polishing off his own coffee as Wanda frowns at him.

“Stop being such a dick, Sam.”

“Are you not feeling well?” He hears your soft voice, making his head snap up.

“Just feeling bad about his abilities,” Tony snickers as he comes out of nowhere to pour himself some juice as Natasha slips into the kitchen to make some toast behind him. You move closer to Bucky, gently giving his shoulder a squeeze before stroking up and down his bicep a few times.

“Didn’t find anything on the cameras?” Bucky just gives his head a shake, already missing the warmth of your hand as you pull away. “I’m sorry,” You breathe out as your hand covers his, waiting until his gaze meets yours before smiling encouragingly. “But, I need you to show me what’s in the box, so buck up, sergeant.” He chuckles softly before sighing.

“Sure, doll,” You nod at his words, slipping into the seat beside him as you all wait for the last couple of spectators. Once Clint, Vision, and special guest Rhodey make their appearance, Bucky reaches for the orange ribbon wrapped snugly around the purple box.

Lying atop the black and white shredded crinkle paper is the ever-present cream cardstock. 

Soulmate, I hope this lifts your spirits. May I also recommend a movie? Love, me. Inside the card is a picture of what looks like a sleeping girl on the bed and a ghost? It has a caption at the bottom, “Can I keep you?”

“Aww! I love Casper! The old cartoons were a must-watch when I was little and that movie - especially that line - was such an important part of my childhood!” You sound so excited, eyes fixed on the picture in between his vibranium fingers.

“Plus Christina Ricci - Wednesday Addams herself - keeping up the loveable spooky movies? A plus casting,” Natasha adds as she finishes off her first piece of toast with jam, you nodding in agreement before your hand is on his forearm, gently shaking it.

“What’s inside?!” He loves hearing your voice so excited and the light in your eyes at this silly little daily exercise. Bucky reaches in with his right hand, your hand gently taking the card and slip of paper out of his way as he pulls loose a box with a little ghost-shaped wax warmer with three different kinds of pure essential oil wax cubes in it.

“Nice!” Steve says, looking over his shoulder at the box in his hands, reading what essential oil cubes are included. “I have the apple cinnamon ones. But I wanted to try the peppermint ones. Lavender’s nice too. Calming.”

“I like the warmer. Wanda prefers the essential oil diffuser but this is nice also,” Vision states with a smile as Wanda moves to kiss his cheek.

“Don’t worry honey, I’ll buy you a wax warmer if you like,” She coos to him as Bucky tries not to shrivel up with jealousy.

“Okay, I got to go start work now -” You begin, Tony waving as he tries to swallow his ill-timed drink of juice.

“No!” He finally manages to squawk out.

“Ooh-kay then…” You raise an eyebrow at Tony.

“Do you want a lunch or dinner birthday celebration?”

“What?”

Tony stands up, gesturing with his hand. “Lunch or dinner for gifts and goodies? Come on, gotta let Pepper know the details, kid.”

“Um, well the girls in the analysts’ group are taking me to lunch, so dinner?” Tony claps his hands together once and rubs them conspiratorially.

“Perfect! We’ll see you tonight at 9 then!” And then grabs his juice from the counter and motions for Rhodey to follow. Rhodey walks up behind you, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“Happy birthday, girl.”

“Thank you, Rhodes,” You squeeze his hand that is on your shoulder.

“Happy birthday!!” Tony yells from down the hallway as Rhodey rolls his eyes good-naturedly and with a pat of your shoulder, he heads towards Tony’s voice and workshop.

“Thanks!!” You yell back, Natasha pulling a medium-sized bakery box from behind her as you give a little squeal.

“Happy birthday! I’ll give you your gift tonight, Лисичка. Until then, your cupcakes. And a cookie. ‘Cause I’m soft like that.” Natasha even gives a flourish as she presents the box before you.

“Спасибо,” Bucky is actually pleasantly surprised to hear you speak Russian so naturally. And Natasha’s nickname for you is both fitting and cute; little fox. You are already biting into one of the cupcakes, giving a little groan at how good it is, and wiggling a bit in your seat as well. After your first big bite, you charade-like gesture to Clint for a knife. Slicing the big cupcake into fourths, Clint and Natasha handing out napkins to put them on. “Try it!” You offer, sliding one of the fourths towards him.

“No, that’s your cupcake, doll.”

“It’s de-lici-ous,” You tease before polishing off your part.

“What about us?” Clint gestures to himself and Natasha, going quiet when he sees Natasha jerk her thumb over her shoulder to the fridge.

“I got a couple extra. I know you, dork.”

“I love you,” Clint whispers quickly before hurriedly turning for the fridge door.

“I know.” He can hear Natasha’s response but your gaze doesn’t waver from his except to look down at the piece of cupcake, which he takes between his flesh forefinger and thumb, popping it into his mouth in one big piece and smiling at her when he does before the sweet, creamy taste envelopes his mouth, the white chocolate shavings atop the icing adding to it making him groan. He can vaguely make out Sam bribing Clint for half of his cupcake and Steve eyeing it silently with interest when he manages to look away from you.

“I told you all it was good.”

“You weren’t lying, doll.” You lean in towards him, eyes so soft it almost hurts.

“Well now I know how to tempt you into doing my bidding,” Your teasing tone and the mischief that comes a little into play is far too sexy to resist, Bucky’s hand covering yours on the counter, his thumb swiping back and forth along your own.

“You could tempt me to do a lot with nothing in return, gorgeous.” He watches as your entire face and neck turn pink rapidly, lowering your eyes. Bucky pulls a small wrapped box from his hoodie pocket with his metal fingers, unwilling to remove his hand from yours. “Happy birthday, babydoll,” He whispers just loud enough for you to hear over the four people in the kitchen currently on the phone trying to order 24 more cupcakes and whatever else they’ve discovered on the menu that Steve is reading off.

“Bucky,” God, he loves hearing his name from you. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to.” Your foreheads are much closer now, leaning in like the two of you are sharing some secret.

“Thank you,” She almost whispers, taking a deep breath before turning her hand up and squeezing his that sits atop hers. He slides his hand off but keeps it close by as she opens the little box. In it is a small gold opal ring with simulated diamonds and an antique feel, twinking within the little box up at her. Bucky sears the look on your face into his memory, the way your mouth is slightly open as you gasp, your eyes taking in every facet of the ring with one hand on your chest with a bit of a watery look from his angle. “Bucky, it’s perfect.” Her gaze meets his again, a little more flustered now. “It’s too much though, Bucky.”

“No, doll. It isn’t. You do so much for all of us. I looked it up and you know how long you’ve been pushing my paperwork? Since I joined here after Thanos. I just handed my paperwork to Steve. If I had known how pretty my analyst was, I would’ve been messing up my reports left and right. You just make me wanna be around you more. And I know you can handle my grumpy ass since you’ve dealt with Clint and Steve for years at this point. Please accept it, doll. When I went to the bakery yesterday I passed by a little jewelry shop a couple blocks down and it just looked like you, if that makes sense…?” Your hand cupping and caressing his cheek as you just ooze this calm and lovely lightness at his words have him stunned, before blushing and dropping your hand back down to cup the box.

“Thank you so much, James,” Your eyes tear up again, your cute pink tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip. Dear God, he’s done something right to hear his actual name from your lips and to have it sound so fucking sweet that it makes the cupcake he just ate taste like dirt. “It makes perfect sense and I love it.”

“See if it fits. I asked Nat for your ring size,” He urges - he’s eager and not able to hide it, watching as she removes it from the box and slides it onto her right ring finger smoothly. The glee on your face as she turns to him with a surprised gasp is rewarding enough. “Perfect,” Bucky purrs out, taking hold of your right hand as you show it off.

“That’s a nice-looking ring!” Peter says loudly from behind you, making you jump and then playfully swat at him with your full left hand.

“Peter! Keep the sneaky spider skills off around me please!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” His hands are held aloft as he apologizes. “I thought you saw me!”

“I was admiring my birthday gift Bucky got me. It is pretty, isn’t it?” Peter peers over your shoulder again, looking at the ring as you move your finger to catch the light.

“Very pretty,” Peter agrees solemnly as the others chime in, Bucky glaring at them all as she turns both of their hands around to show it off to Natasha, Clint, Sam, and Steve. Your phone chimes with a text message, making you set down the empty gift box and withdraw it from your black dress pants.

“I didn’t realize I’d stayed up here so long! I have to go to work!”

“But do you really though??” Clint interjects as you shoot him a droll look.

“Yes Clint, some of us have to.”

“That hurt, kid. But I’m going to let it go because it is your birthday.”

“Thanks, Elsa.” You say dryly as you hop off the barstool, tucking your empty gift box into your pocket where your phone just was, and carefully reposition your leftover cupcake and cookie in its box. “I’ll see you all later then!” Blushing you lean forward quickly and brush your lips over Bucky’s cheek. “Спасибо, Лев,” Is whispered against his rough cheek before you hurry towards the elevator. 

Once its doors slide closed, Natasha is just grinning like the Cheshire cat at him.

“You look a little pink yourself, Barnes,” She purrs, polishing off her juice and running her finger along the rim of the glass leisurely.

“What did she say to you to get you that color, jerk?” Steve asks, happily joining in on Natasha’s ribbing.

“Nothing, you punk -” Bucky is talked over by Natasha, goddamn her.

“She called him ‘lion’,” Natasha says slyly.

“Must be ‘cause of that untamed mane of hair he’s got,” Sam teases as he walks around and flicks a finger at the ends of said hair.

“I can’t stand you assholes,” Bucky mutters, placing his hands flat on the counter and pushing off of it as they all shout how much they like him! as he grabs his wax warmer and heads towards his room, replaying all of your interactions once more in his head. Sitting the little ghost on his nightstand, right beside the bracelet that he planned to give to you at dinner tonight, opening the warmer and giving a soft sniff at each of the boxes as he still reveled in the touch of your skin so much against his this morning. Unfortunately, now he just wants it all the more.

Dinner was delicious! Half of your favorite little Italian restaurant had been transformed with soft pinks and oranges, Bucky had been awaiting you just inside the door with a dazzling smile, he’s sure his eyes are crinkling at the corners when he sees you, making heat flash through him when he sees you. Someone had him seated next to you, thankfully, where he stayed faithfully all night, metal arm slung over the back of your chair after the meal was consumed, desserts now brought out along with the gifts Pepper had strategically put against the back wall behind her. Your leg pressed against Bucky’s feels so natural, so right, he wants to kick himself for all the time he hadn’t been aware of your presence. The waiter brings out mini cannolis and coffee, completing the dessert lineup and disappearing to the back for a bit for you all to continue the celebration.

God, you looked beautiful in the rust-colored dress, the material falling to just below your knees when standing and above your crossed knees while having dinner. You had wonderful legs for it, topped with black wedges, a pretty gold anklet, and a high messy ponytail...all of which had him drooling still. His ring still sits on your right hand, catching the intimate lighting of the restaurant with each gesture of your hand, filling his chest with something so bright it’s nearly bursting within him. Tony takes the gifts from Pepper, passing them down the line of people until they are situated in Wanda’s lap beside you and surrounding your dessert plate in a semicircle.

“Go ahead, babydoll,” He whispers against the shell of your ear, intimate enough for the small but upbeat collective around them, fighting not to do more when he sees your delicate little shiver followed by the slight blush and nod. You’re about to reach for the one closest to your left hand when you pause, turning your pretty little face back towards him. Close enough to kiss.

“Which one is yours?”

“How do you know I got you another one?” He asks with a raised eyebrow and smirk, watching as your eyes go to Natasha across the table before meeting his again, humor written in all the different colors and shades of your eyes. “Tattletales,” Bucky teases you and Natasha before tapping his forefinger against the one beside your near-empty wine glass. It’s a dark blue oblong box with a small, soft blush-colored ribbon around it. Once the ribbon is loose, Bucky watches as you take it and retie it around your ponytail before opening the box to reveal a beautiful gold bracelet that matches your ring from earlier tucked atop the white cottony filling.

“You have excellent taste,” She breathes out, fingers tracing delicately over the medallion and chain. “I love it, Bucky.” His fingers move just under her’s to cup the box, letting her withdraw the bracelet from its confines before sitting it aside his forgotten tiramisu. “Put it on me?”

“Of course,” He purrs, reaching for the gold chain between her fingers. It’s a perfect fit, the opal twinkling up at him from your left wrist.

“It’s beautiful, Bucky. Gorgeous. Really.”

“Not half as beautiful as you, doll,” His reply is fast and soft, eyes staring earnestly into your own. Your right hand comes up to run your fingers along his jawline, an automatic response almost to his soft compliment. A familiar response.

There is a soft clearing of a throat, bursting the bubble around the both of you, making you duck your head and drop your hand rapidly, his metal one shooting out automatically to wrap around it and cradle it in the small space between your two bodies. He doesn’t miss the soft squeeze nor the way your eyes fell to his lips. God, he wants to kiss you - feels almost like he needs it like air. Four days and he’s getting to the point where he doesn’t want to control himself. He wants to fall on his knees and beg to see your soulmate mark or beg her to let him show her his.

Bucky doesn’t know if he’ll make it 31 days honestly.

“Open mine!” Clint orders, leaning across the table to pour more wine in your glass with a knowing smirk at the two of you. Bucky releases your hand so you can open your gifts, glad to have this little almost normal intimacy with you.

Clint’s birthday gift is a pair of soft, fuzzy Halloween socks with a gold necklace with a cute little gold pumpkin charm sat atop them. You give him a look as you hold up the necklace, which just makes him shrug. “I’ll add the charm but you know how attached I am to my silver one.”

“I know, I know…” he chuckles, taking his last bite of cannoli with a wink.

Natasha rolls her eyes, pointing to the first present you had touched before opening Bucky’s.

It’s a gorgeous small onyx obelisk with hieroglyphics and a little wooden stand for it, and a little gold anklet with your name in a cartouche. “Natasha, it’s wonderful,” You breathe out, brushing fingers down the obelisk with silent reverence.

“You’re all over the place, kid,” Tony says fondly, ice clinking in his drink as he stirs leisurely.

“It’s good to have lots of interests,” Bruce agrees as Sam polishes off his third glass of whiskey with a bright grin beside him. Wanda pushes your plate a little more out of the way and sets the next box before you with a knowing and kind smile.

“Mine next!” Pepper calls cheerfully, pointing to the red box with a red ribbon. Inside the fairly large box is a wonderful dark brown purse tucked in the light blue tissue paper, your hand sliding over the well-tooled bag. “It’s imitation leather. I knew you just got a new wallet, so I figured you might need this.”

“It’s sooo soft, Pepper. I - I do and it feels butter soft, thank you so much.” You’re about to move it slightly to the side to continue with the next present when you hear the throat-clearing again from Tony, watching as his eyes dip down to Pepper’s box. You squint a little before reaching for the purse to lift it from its box, a flat Tiffany box under it making your mouth drop open a little as your eyes shoot back to Tony.

“Happy birthday!” Bucky takes the purse gently from your hand, freeing up both hands to reach for the extravagant gift. There are two pairs of earrings, twinkling at you like miniature stars within.

“Holy shit.”

Everything about them screams expensive - and not because of the very recognizable blue box they came in. They looked like something from The Devil Wears Prada or the Met Gala…something too fancy for such a common person like yourself to touch, let alone own.

“It’s just earrings,” Tony says lamely as Bucky’s metal arm wraps around you and tugs you a little closer, uncaring of anything else but chasing away the tears ready to spill over your lash line.

“They’re so pretty,” you sniffle out, scared to actually touch them. “But they’re too expensive. I’d be scared to wear them. I can’t Tony…please return them.”

“I’m not returning them! I picked them out for you. They’re not too heavy and they’re platinum so you can wear them everyday, all day like your other jewelry. They aren’t ostentatious or flashy. I bet no one will even realize they’re from Tiffany’s!” Pepper scowls at Tony, her eyes silently saying ‘This is why I choose her gifts.’

Bucky kisses the side of your head, relishing in the soft apple scent of your shampoo as he whispers to you it’s okay to be spoiled on your birthday. He waits until he gets a jerky nod before he pulls your chair a little closer with his foot and situates you fully on it again.

“No crying,” Wanda and Natasha order simultaneously as Steve hands you a handkerchief, arm stretched around Bucky’s back.

“I’ve just never been treated so well on my birthday. This,” you gesture to the restaurant and gifts. “Is a lot.”

“Well, we like you a lot. I, personally, love your stubborn and smart ass. Natasha does too. But not more than me, so remember that. Obviously Pepper and Tony do too. Steve adores you because I think you scare him a little and Sam has been half in love with you since you helped him with his “Luis” business. Barnes is diving head first into straight up obsession and Rhodey adores all of your SHIELD access and willingness to straight up tell government people off all types to politely fuck off,” Clint finishes by reach across the table, cupping and squeezing the hand that held the Tiffany box. “You’re pretty amazing. Weird, but ya know, amazing kiddo.”

You manage a watery smile, using your free hand to dab under your eyes with Steve’s handkerchief.

“I don’t deserve it, but thanks.”

“You deserve it.” Natasha affirms, smiling so reassuringly. “Who else was going to decide to be the second best friend to a Russian assassin on her first day at SHIELD? Who else spilled coffee all over Ross because he was being a shit about the Avengers Initiative? Or is a little Coulson? Who took out half a floor worth of Hydra slash Strike operatives because ‘these bitches brought a knife to a gunfight’?”

“Tasha, you said you wouldn’t mention my random mumbles while I was killing my former co-workers…” you whine, glaring at her across the table.

“That is not something you hear everyday,” Vision mumbles loudly beside Wanda, making Bruce cough softly.

“There were so many good ones though!” Tony says as Rhodey holds his hands up in surrender and Bruce shakes his head ruefully. “I made him listen to the audio to help figure out who was who afterwards. And because let’s be honest, you and Sam were delivering some gold one-liners.” Sam points at you and then air high fives you from his place beside Natasha with a wide smile as Steve shakes his head in time with Clint.

“Well it was a shit day. Except for Bucky,” you agree slightly, placing the Tiffany box back under the purse. Like hiding a priceless treasure from a looter, it feels like, and then patting Bucky’s flesh hand on the tabletop.

“Except for Bucky?” Bucky, Steve and Bruce repeat in sync.

“Well, umm, yeah. He got to stop taking orders as the Winter Soldier. He got loose from 70 years of brainwashing to go off and discover himself a bit. So while it was a bad day for lots of other people it wasn’t for him. He didn’t murder his best friend and he walked away a mostly free man.”

Bucky snorts at your summation. “I'm not going to tell her she’s wrong. Especially on her birthday.” He grins as your finger comes straight up and you poke at his nice dark blue shirt with each of your points.

“First off, I’m NOT wrong, sir. Secondly, it wouldn’t matter if it was my birthday or not! ‘Cause I’m not wrong. I am rarely wrong, in fact. Ask anyone here.”

“Of course, doll,” He purrs, still grinning as he takes your hand and opens it to kiss your palm, watching transfixed as your face and neck flush, ducking your gaze at his actions.

“I am enjoying this back and forth faaaar too much,” Steve rumbles from the other side, leaning forward to flash you both a knowing smile and wink.

“You didn’t open mine yet!” Sam saves you with his high whine, reaching over to steal Natasha’s full glass of wine.

“Okay. Okay,” You reassure, gently taking your hand back from Bucky and leaning into him to give Steve’s handkerchief back. “This one is yours?” You tap the forest green wrapped one as he nods enthusiastically.

Sam’s gift is a spa package from the place you follow on Instagram and constantly share their posts in hopes of winning a service, so he gets a hell of an enthusiastic thank you. You ooh and ahh over Rhodey’s wonderful charcoal coat that he got you, with dark brown trim inside that matches your new purse from Pepper, even carefully draping it over the back of your chair after a quick modeling of it. Bruce’s is a $100 gift card to your beloved bakery. Vision’s is two lovely cashmere sweaters; one an eggplant color and the other a rust color just a few shades darker than your dress. Wanda has gotten you a drop dead gorgeous black gem crown that you had been gushing over with her at lunch one day, laughing with her at the inside joke as she places it in your hair. Bucky thinks this is how Hades must have felt seeing Persephone as his Queen for the first time. This ethereal breath of life and spring and giving sitting so lovely before him in his darker death colors and stones. Makes all the more sense that she loves fall. His little spooky Fall queen and the former Winter Soldier.

 You settle back once you’re done, thanking everyone enthusiastically once more as Tony looks confused at the head of the table.

“Wait a second…where was Cap’s gift?! Huh? Holding out on us Steve? What did you do, get her a car?”

You actually pale a little at Tony’s remark as Steve just flashes a shit eating grin.

“She opened mine already.” There are a few glances towards the pile of gifts carefully stacked and arranged beside your chair and in Wanda’s lap as she shuffles things around. Bucky makes note of the lack of surprise on Natasha and Clint’s faces, surmising he got a lot of help with his gift.

“The basket!” You squeal joyfully as Steve gives a single nod, baby blues fucking twinkling.

“I couldn’t resist giving it early. And Natasha and Clint did help me, telling me things you like.”

“Aww Stevie,” Wait - since when did she call him Stevie? “That’s so sweet, and I did really love everything in my basket. It was perfect, you little sneak.” Steve elbows Bucky out of the way a little to take your hand and kiss it, smiling up at you and fluttering his stupid eyelashes.

“You’ve created another monster,” Rhodey observes as Bucky subtlety kicks his best friend in the shin to get him to release your hand.

“Another?”

“No. Steve is a shit to begin with,” Bucky pout/glares, making you laugh before your hand reaches up to poke his cheek repeatedly in an attempt to get him to smile.

“Last time I checked you were all shits. Except Pepper, Bruce, Rhodey and Vision. They’re my angels.”

Everyone quickly starts pointing at others and overlapping summaries of why so-and-so was more of a shit than they were, letting Bucky dip his head down to kiss your cheek, marveling at your skills of deflection.

“I think you’re a shit too, doll,” He murmurs once more against the shell of your ear, nosing just behind it before you pull away with mirth in your eyes and an entrancingly smug smile.

“Why do you think I get along so well with everyone?” Steve and Bucky both burst out laughing at your words, Clint and Natasha calling for an ending evening toast.

“Let’s blow this popsicle stand!” Tony announces loudly, standing quickly from his seat with a bottle of something firmly in his left hand.

“Don’t you mean capcicle?” Sam snickers out as Rhodey tries to swallow his ill timed drink before he chokes or coughs it out.

“Tell me we all don’t fit together,” You insist as you rise, Bucky following your movement eagerly before reaching for your new coat to help you into it. Everyone shuffles around you two, stopping to give quick kisses and hugs to you before they all head back to the Tower, Bucky carefully noting that Vision, Wanda, and Natasha have gathered your other presents and wisked them away from the table - leaving the two of you now blissfully alone.

“You’re right,” Bucky affirms with an easy grin.

“And you’re smart, Sarge.” You chuckle, poking him in the chest once playfully as he shrugs into his own coat. You nearly trip trying to get around the chair he was sitting in, his hands shooting out quickly to steady you, lifting you with ease and turning around quickly so your back is now to the entrance of the restaurant.

“Careful, doll,” Bucky whispers, still holding firm to you, chest to chest as your cheeks pinken.

“I’m trying but you make it so difficult, Bucky.” He knows you meant in regards to the mystery soulmate gift giver - to the thing that is blossoming between them quickly and deeply - but he can’t help but smile gently down at you.

“Did you have a good birthday?” Her hands slide up his forearms and come to rest at his chest fingers tracing faintly along his jacket’s lapel stitching as a soft, bright smile comes back to your lips.

“The best.”

“Good,” He mutters before dipping his head down to capture those soft lips.

He’s been waiting since he laid eyes on you for this moment...to feel how soft your lips are against his. How perfectly they mould with his. How sweet they would taste.

Your fingers slide up, one hand sliding along the nape of his neck and into those soft hairs there as the other hand splays across his upper back as you cling to him. You give a soft, tiny moan - opening up for him to plunder as your hand tightens slightly in his hair, a noise emerging from his throat at the action that you swallow down. Bucky’s hearing detects someone coming close, stopping and then quickly walking away, but Bucky is too involved to check, your mouth pulling away from his just after and pressing a few soft kisses to the corner of his mouth and along his jawline.

“Babydoll,” He breathes out, looking down at your serene expression, still so gorgeous with your crown and kiss swollen lips.

“Don’t,” You whisper, brushing your finger along his jaw as the other plays with the long strands by his right shoulder. “Just wait until after Halloween. Please.”

He’s torn by your words.

He wants it to be you. Wants to prove to you that he’s your soulmate.

And he honestly didn’t want to wait until the 31st. He wasn’t sure he was strong enough.

“If that’s what you want,” He finally manages to get the words out and plaster on a small smile, feeling you relax slightly in his arms at his acquiescence.

“I want you, James. But I don’t want to get in anyone else’s way.” Bucky gives a barely there nod before setting you down, taking your hand in his flesh one.

“Let me walk you home, doll.”

The relief written in your eyes and face as you wrap your free hand around his bicep, giving him a smile in return as you two exit the restaurant and out into the slight bite of the fall evening.

“I’d love that, Sarge.”

[october 5th]

tagging: @chelsea072498 @clockworkmorningglory @sakurablossom4 @galaxiesinmymind @mizzezm​ 

note: jewelry was found on etsy and is very reasonably priced! ;)

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WinterHawk Fic Rec List

Disclaimer: None of these authors have requested to be on this list. These are all stories that I’ve read and enjoyed. Keep in mind that your taste might not match up to mine and that’s ok! Just because I’ve included it doesn’t mean you have to read it (I won’t be offended if you skip over this whole list). If you do check out a story and like it, please remember to leave kudos and/or a comment ❤

P.S. Always check out the story’s tags so you don’t get surprised by something.

Gen Fics - These stories highlight the friendship between Clint and Bucky so may feature them included in other ships i.e. Clint/Natasha or Steve/Bucky

Clint Barton’s Guide to Friends and Ceiling Vents by NoliteTimereEos (Rated T; Word Count 6,488; Features Clint/Natasha) In which Clint Barton meets a missing assassin in the vents and somehow becomes friends with him. Things don't go as bad as they could have. 

Clint and Bucky: Lost and Found by twangcat (Rated G; Word Count 2, 075; Features Steve/Bucky and Clint/Coulson)  The first time Bucky sees Clint limp into the Avengers tower pretending his ribs aren’t bruised while brushing his wild blond hair out of his eyes, Bucky smiles. When Clint immediately starts railing at Tony for blasting the guy Clint was fighting because, “I didn’t need rescuing Tony, I had him!” Bucky does a double take. 

  Learning to Say Hello by heartdesire456 (Rated M; Word Count 11,229; Features Steve/Bucky and Clint/Coulson) Clint had woken up one morning about three weeks ago (Well, Clint guessed about three. Definitely more than one. Maybe.) and stumbled down to the living room only to realize there was a guy on his couch. The guy just happened to be the Winter Soldier, who Clint knew was actually Steve’s old best friend, Bucky Barnes. Barnes had been having a staring contest with Lucky (one eye shut, to make it fair, Clint had noticed) and Clint had decided to just leave him to it and make decisions after he’d had some coffee. (In which Hawkeye befriends the Winter Soldier and discovers the Epic Love Story of Steve and Bucky nobody knows about)  Shooting Stuff Is Better With Company by WriteThroughTheNight ( Rated T; Word Count 11,636; Features Clint/Coulson and Steve/Bucky) "Natasha tells him that HYDRA is inside SHIELD (which Clint can hardly believe), and that the Winter Soldier is on the playing field. She says the latter with fear and awe, but Clint smiles, small and real, for the first time since New York." OR Clint and Bucky have been friends for years and it's to the archer that he runs after the events of DC.

WinterHawk Fics - Stories where Clint/Bucky are the main couple 

I’ll Keep you Safe Here With Me by sara_holmes (Rated M; Word Count 110,566) Yes, Clint is avoiding the other Avengers. No, he does not want to go back to New York. But then again, he didn't exactly want to be kidnapped by the Winter Soldier either. Really, he just wants to go back to bed.

(Side note: Pretty sure this is the fic that got me into WinterHawk)

Clint Barton’s Super Secret Sniper’s Club by sara_holmes (Rated T; Word Count 67,057; Other ship include Tony/Steve) Clint Barton's Super Secret Snipers' Club. (Invitation and pending mental health evaluation required.) "When Steve brings Bucky back to the tower for the first time, Clint’s first thought is that Tony Stark’s pride and joy is quickly becoming a less of a very tall and expensive ‘fuck you’ in the faces of investors who don’t believe in self-sustaining energy, and more of a superhero rehabilitation center." Boyfriends, compromises and learning to like oneself.

(Side note: would recommend pretty much any WinterHawk fic by this author)

Left Foot Forward by shatteredhourglass  (Rated M; Word Count 22,307; Other ships include Pepper/Tony and Bruce/Natasha) There was an unspoken rule among the Avengers that they didn't talk about Clint's soulmark. They didn't talk about it, they didn't look at it, and they didn't bring it up. 

Falling Off the Face of the Earth by Teeelsie (Rated E; Word Count 77,500) Cap relaxes his hold, but he stays where he is, still looming over him. “Clint. The compound’s been breached,” Rogers whispers urgently, then finally sits back and lets go of him. There’s another explosion, closer this time and throwing more light. He turns his head sharply and sees Bucky Barnes hovering near the door, looking… off. Clint pushes Rogers and he finally stands up so Clint can scramble out of the bed and grab some clothes. He’s wearing only boxers because it’s fucking hot in Wakanda, and he catches Barnes’ eyes flicking across his body. Clint long ago stopped being bothered by people’s reactions to the many scars on his body – not that that many people actually see them - but that doesn’t mean he appreciates when they stare. “Like what you see?” he asks with a hard edge as he pulls on his shirt. Barnes turns his head, at least having the decency to look embarrassed for being caught staring. Rogers looks at them both impatiently and quickly switches gears. “Clint, I need you to take Bucky. Get him out of Wakanda and somewhere safe.” OR Bucky and Clint fall into each other. Bad shit happens. Then it all works out in the end.

Lost & Found by mariana_oconnor (Rated M; Word Count 89,972; Other ships include Tony/Steve and Natasha/Sam) Clint Barton’s got a bag full of stolen money and a burning desire to stay under the radar. His old friends in the Carnival will be looking for him and they sure as hell won’t be happy. In a desperate attempt to stay off their radar, he ends up in Timely, a small town so far off the beaten track he’s surprised he even found it, and waits for Barney to comes and get him. Because Barney will be coming. Clint knows he will. But there's something about the town. Maybe it's the strange wolf that watches him from the trees, and the way people finish conversations when he enters a room. Or it could be the bartender, Bucky, who decided to hate him on sight. Something’s going on in this small town, and Clint’s not sure if he’s jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Thank You for Staying with Us by Noxnthea (Rated T; Word Count 14,390) Ex-special ops, millennial motel receptionist Clint Barton is pretty sure that one of his guests is an honest-to-god assassin, but he's also pretty sure he's willing to let that slide because hot damn have you seen the dude's face? Besides, the only guy he's killed was kinda evil, so there's really no reason for Clint to do anything about his realization, right? or: five times Clint looked the other way, and one time he couldn't look away.

Historic Features by flawedamythyst (Rated T; Word Count 19,254; Other ships include Tony/Steve) “Electrical surges with no source, and music coming from the air, and that damn baseball game no one was watching, and I swear I sometimes hear voices right on the edge of hearing when I should be alone,” said Tony. “What does that sound like to you?” “Sounds like-” said Steve, then hesitated. Tony gave him a pointed look. “Sounds like a haunting,” he finished, reluctantly. “Oh no,” said Clint, in tones of mock-horror. “Ghosts!” Bucky laughed and kissed him. “Man, I hope they’re friendly.” Clint and Bucky are haunting the new apartment that Tony bought in Brooklyn to try and impress Steve.

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Announcing: ClintCoulson Appreciation Week

Running from Monday, May 3rd - Sunday May 9th, 2021

In honor of the 10th Anniversary of Thor and the 42 seconds that launched this ship!

May 3rd - Trope Day - create a work with your favorite CC Trope or multiple tropes. Such tropes might include: there was only one bed in the safehouse, ceiling Clint, mutual pining, Clint is the cellist, suit porn, Fake Dating/Married for assignment or to visit Phil's Family, etc.

 May 4th - Nerd Day  - we all know Phil is the biggest Captain America nerd of them all. Create a work with one or both of the boys nerding out either for Cap, Star Wars, or something else (And May the Fourth Be With You!)

 May 5th - Pet Day - create a work that involves PizzaDog! Or another pet, I guess, oh maybe Clint is put in charge of Natasha's cat and shenagians ensure! Basically a work with CC and Pets!

 May 6th - Badass Day - In honor of Thor coming out and the 42 seconds that launched this crazy pairing that doesn't know when to quit, create a work with our guys being badasses! Maybe some Coulson Compentency Kink! A Strike Team Delta Mission! Clint not missing anything!

May 7th - Sex/Romance Day - Time to get romantic, kinky, somewhere between, or somehow all of the above(?) It's basically what it says on tin.

May 8th - Disability Day -  create a work should at least reference either Clint's deafness and/or Phil's missing limb

 May 9th - AU Day - Time to get those creative juices flowing create a work that doesn't occur in canon! Whether this is an alternate timeline or complete AU is up to you.

If you’re looking for ideas for each day, the ClintCoulson Discord put together ideas which are located here.  You are welcome to use your own ideas for each day though!

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Good Neighbors

Good Neighbors https://ift.tt/MrSF736 by MiladyDragon To the townsfolk of Clarksville, Ohio, they were Clint and Phil, their neighbors. They didn't care a single whit that they were both retired superheroes. And they always looked after their own. Words: 4658, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Kate Bishop, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Avengers (mentioned), OCs Relationships: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson Additional Tags: POV Outsider, ClintCoulson Appreciation Week