I'm looking for a fic where neither are in shield and they see each other on a train everyday, and the start to talk, i think the end up in a fight and bump into each other when pepper is having a archery lesson with clint and phil is an accountant for stark industries
I skimmed and didn't spot an archery lesson, but I could have just missed it, and either way I still think this is right. Thanks to soniclipstick for the assist!
where is the video that you made the gif of barry halping felicity take her shirt off, from?
It's the New Zealand promo trailer for the Flash vs. Arrow Cross over. I linked to it in my GIF set (the little x). Someone was kind enough to record it for us on their TV :)
(I've been listening to Taylor Swift's Blank Space nonstop lately. It's very addicting. D:)
No matter what anyone said, Clint didn't have a death wish.
It's true that he'd been devastated at the news that Coulson died even before the Battle of New York. He'd fallen into depression. He grieved the loss of one of his few true friends. It was natural.
Natasha and Clint's new found friends, the Avengers, had told him - convinced him - time and again, that he wasn't at fault for what had happened. That he shouldn't blame himself. It was Loki. All of it. He believed them, of course. It was the only way he could get himself to sleep at night. It took time, but he believed them eventually.
If Clint regretted anything, it was that he never got a chance to tell Phil. It was silly now that he thought about it. What was he waiting for? What kept him from telling Phil? For asking for a chance? Natasha used to tell him almost everyday to just tell Phil. That the worst that could happen was for Phil to say no.
Clint never did.
And now, he was stuck wondering what if?
It was his biggest regret.
But he wasn't suicidal.
---
It was an ordinary day.
Well, ordinary enough by Avengers standards.
Thor ate 3 boxes of pop tarts, Steve glared at anything and everything that moved when he first woke up, Bruce was reading yesterday's paper, Tony was mumbling something under his breath that Clint was sure JARVIS was recording while the genius had his second cup of coffee, Natasha was eating a big breakfast for the day ahead, and Clint was downing a half a gallon of Orange juice when the alarm sounded.
Steve instantly came alive, Tony grumbled something about it being too early to try and take over the world, Clint, Natasha, Bruce and Thor just opted to quietly head for the helipad bringing with them whatever they were eating/reading. So off they go downtown, to bring in the baddie of the day.
It'd been fairly easy, this villain. She was spouting some nonsense about true freedom or some bullshit like that. She also had an army of male civilians doing her bidding. God, the Avengers hated magic.
The only problem they had was that they couldn't exactly hurt the civilians. But even then, it only took them around 2 minutes to figure out how to stop the civilians. Bruce stayed in the quinjet; Iron Man and the Black Widow lowered the power of their weapons just enough to stun the civilians rather than inflict actual damage. Captain America trapped the civilians any way he could instead of the usual flinging shield thing. Clint used his sticky arrows to restrain most of the people. That left Thor to fight the actual villain.
The fight lasted for a total of 30 minutes.
"That was actually not bad. I had fun." Clint said, stowing his bow away.
"That's what you say every time." Clint could hear Natasha rolling her eyes.
"That's because my job is fun."
"Okay, Legolas. we get it. you have a weird arrow kink."
"Hey!" Clint said indignantly.
"It's not like its a secret" Steve joined in the teasing.
"'Tis true my friend. Your love for arrows are unparalleled in any of the realms."
"Heads up, Katniss. I'm headed your way. ETA, 5 minutes." Tony informed him.
"After your teasing? I think I'd rather take the fire escape, thanks." Clint said with a roll of his eyes. 5 minutes was a long time, and Tony was just going to bring him back to the street anyway, so why not save him the trouble, right?
"Aw, don't be like that, beau. You know I love you." Tony teased.
"I don't know, hun. You hurt me pretty badly this time. I think I might need a new jet." Clint played along as he made his way down the fire escape.
"No arrows? Who are you and what have you done to Merida?"
"You're gonna run out of celebrity archers one of these days, Stark. And when that happens, I'll be there to watch you crash and burn." Clint chuckled.
"At which point, I turn to bird puns." Clint could hear Steve snort and Thor laugh. He was willing to bet Natasha was smiling.
"That's not fair! How would you feel if I called you- oh shit!" Clint had jumped from one level to another, seeing as how it get him down faster. But that had been a mistake, apparently, as he lost his footing and slipped on the metal bar he was supposed to land on and ended up free falling from fifteen floors up.
"Clint?"
"Hawkeye? Hawkeye report."
"I'm headed to your location, birdbrain. Hang-"
---
Clint opened his eyes to bright white light.
He expected there to be pain. Intense pain and even more intense glares but there were none. He turned his head to find an endless white space.
Where the hell was he?
Clint stood up and looked around once more. He was still wearing his tac suit but his bow and arrows were missing. He had no weapons on him either. He started walking the endless place to try and look for something - anything - until he finally saw a door in the distance.
Maybe there was someone who could help at the other side of the door. With caution, he turned the knob and pushed the door open. The other side of the door was a hallway. A hallway of a really nice house; home-y, warm, and lived in. He stepped through the threshold and shut the door behind him and realized that he entered through the front door of what seemed like someone's house.
"Clint, is that you? Where have you been?" There was a voice coming from the kitchen.
Wait.
Kitchen? How did Clint know where the kitchen was? "It took you an hour just to get milk and eggs?" The voice seemed amused, if anything else.
Clint didn't answer. This was so weird. He started to make his way to the kitchen when he passed by a mirror. He did a double take at himself. He was no longer wearing his tac suit. He was wearing jeans and a short sleeved button up shirt.
"This is so weird." He heard himself mumble.
"What is?" The voice asked from beside him.
Clint startled and moved away from the voice instinctively, only to find that the voice belonged to Phil. That's why it sounded so familiar. He hadn't heard it in years, and its still the best sound he's ever heard.
Still.
This did not make things any less weird.
If anything, things just got stranger.
"You- But I- You're supposed to be dead. How?"
Phil stared at him for a moment before he frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"You're dead. Loki killed you. They told me you were dead. And I- I grieved you. You died and I tried so hard to stay the same. To stay sane without you around. I can't- If this isn't real, I don't think I'll be able to bounce back." Suddenly, Clint couldn't breathe. His words were all jumbled up in his head and this was not making any sense at all.
Phil's eyes widened and he stepped closer. "You're Clint?"
"Who else am I supposed to be?"
A small smile grew on Phil's face and his breath hitched. "You're my Clint?" Phil reached out and cupped Clint's cheek. "You're here. I can't believe it. Does- Does that mean that you're-" Phil's hand moved away and Clint had to try his hardest not to follow the touch.
"I'm what?"
"dead?"
"I'm dead?"
"That's the only reason I can think of. Unless SHIELD found a way to go up to heaven and retrieve souls, I think dying is the only place to get here."
Clint stared at Phil for a moment and "I'm in heaven?"
"Technically, it's my heaven. There's a different one for each person - tailored to whatever they wished heaven was like."
Clint nodded as he processed this for a moment. That explained why Phil was here. Clint's definition of heaven, after all, is Phil. Clint frowned then. "Wait, then... why am I in your heaven?"
Phil stepped back. It was the first time Clint's seen him blush. It was much more adorable than Clint had imagined. "I- uh..." He sighed. "You have to swear you won't laugh or I'll punch you in the face." Clint nodded, it was too much to ask for, but then again, maybe it wasn't. "You're here because this, all of this... this is my heaven. A life with you."
It was so cheesy Clint couldn't help but grin at Phil. That was all he did before Clint stepped up to Phil and closed the gap between them with a kiss so soft, it was heaven.
looking for a fic where Phil and clint weren't agents and they both thought they 'owned' a cat (who is natasha) and she gets them to met. Sorry if it is vauge. Thanks
A match of Convenience by Project0506, which is still a WiP.
If that is not the correct fic, please send us another ask.
Hi! I just wanted to say I love your themes! I use theme #27 and it is wonderful. Thank you for sharing your themes! When you do themes do you try to get your icon to match the colour scheme of it? This isnt technically a code question more of a "you know what looks good and this is your theme" question... and i wanted to say you are awesome
haha, first of all, thank you :)
But er, phew. I don't know, really. Personally I find colour schemes one of the most difficult things to decide on, which is why most of my themes are variations of grey *coughs* everything goes with grey. So it's basically up to you and which colours you like, I suppose?
(I felt like writing out of the norm today. So here we are benedicthiddlestone. :D A Soulmate AU of my own concoction. I hope its not too terrible.)
The thing about dreams is that it's rare. The ones that have them, we call them prophets, shamans, sages, fakirs, psychics - or whatever names you choose to call them. These special people, they can tell you what happens in the future only because they've seen it in dreams.
Now, having a dream is not an easy task. It takes away most of your energy leaving you feeling weary and depressed. That's why only a handful of people get dreams when they sleep at night. The rest of us, we shut the dreams out. It keeps us more active, less paranoid, yada, yada, yada. To normal people, our dreams only appear when it has a message for us that's so important our soul doesn't even find the need to resist it.
One of these important messages our soul lets in is a picture of a moment. They say when you're about to meet the person you're meant to be with, the one who'll complete the other half of your soul, you'll get dreams.
But these dreams, unlike the normal ones, seem almost real. You hear the sounds around you. You feel the air that touches your skin. The only catch? You only see flashes of it until the moment comes true.
Phil Coulson saw the rain when he was 10. It was during Math class and he'd managed to doze off - which was unlike him but maybe he shouldn't have stayed up reading comics the night before. It was night time, and the rain had been pouring. He felt the raindrops fall against his face and roll down his body. He was feeling soaked to the bones and he was cold. Strangely though, he didn't see the need to take shelter. He'd stand in the rain all night if he had to. Then there was a flash of lightning and he woke up with a start.
Mrs. Jenkins shook her head at him, told him she'd expected better and gave him detention.
The next time Phil Coulson dreamt, he was 24. He was in the rangers then. It wasn't much, but he saw purple and red. He didn't know what to make of it, but he knew it meant something. He woke up on the dot, just like he trained his body to.
The next thing he knew, he retired from the Rangers and in the SHIELD roster together with Nicholas Fury.
The next piece of the puzzle came to him on his 30th birthday. While he was passed out on the couch after a drinking game with Maria, Nick and Jasper. He heard a sound. Beautiful, melodious, almost soothing. Something close to an orchestra playing in the distance. He woke up groaning with his head pounding and promising never to drink again.
The next week, he was sent to Portland. To investigate a possible gifted - Marcus Daniels. That was when Phil met Audrey Nathan. Everything from his dreams fit too when they first met.
Phil ran to her door in the pouring rain, cursing the clear skies of the afternoon. Before he rang the doorbell he heard music playing. A string-instrument if his ears were correct and when Audrey opened the door, she was wearing a purple dress with red flowers on it. Phil wanted to believe he'd finally found her. That it really was Audrey. But it wasn't that simple. Nothing in his life ever really was.
A few months after he met Audrey, he had another dream. He felt it all too. The cold steel of the gun in his palm, the recoil of the pistol as he pulled the trigger but that wasn't the strangest part. He also saw an arrow on the ground. He woke up again thinking why he had another dream. He'd already met Audrey. The dreams should have stopped by now.
Unless...
Phil sighed.
It wasn't Audrey, was it?
---
They finally had him where they wanted him and all it took was SHIELD's best agents. Typical.
Phil stepped out of his van and into the pouring rain, complete with thundering skies and a moonless night. He walked towards the man cornered by three other agents. Phil dismissed the other agents and was soon left alone standing in the rain with the person Nick has been hunting down for a good couple of years.
The rain rolled off of his face just as it did Phil's. All Phil heard was the clatter of the rain against the ground and Jasper's voice in his ear accompanied by the Portland Orchestra's Concert - Jasper got addicted to them after Phil broke up with Audrey. When the man tried to escape, Phil quickly went for his gun, and shot at the man. The man faltered and his weapon fell to the ground. A bow, and some arrows. Phil picked up a stray arrow that had managed to land by his feet and studied it.
Then there was a flash of lightning.
And everything clicked into place.
The rain, the lightning, the music in his ear, the gun, the arrow... all that was missing was-
The man groaned and hissed. He took his hand off of his side and saw the blood covering his hand. He went back to putting pressure on it. The blood still seeped through his shirt.
Purple and Red.
"It's you." Phil heard himself say.
"Fuck you." The guy - Clint Barton aka Hawkeye aka His Soulmate - replied.
