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September 5-Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, something darkfic with Evil!Phil abusing his authority and the prompt “That’s an order. Obey.” for @hydra-trash-gal
Written by @ozhawkauthor
“Sit your ass down in that chair, Barton!”
Clint had never been good at obeying orders, but Phil had never used that tone to him in all the years they’d been working together. His ass hit the chair before his brain had really even processed the command, and then Phil was coming to stand in front of him, leaning back against the desk and folding his arms.
“I told you to kill the Russian. Explain to me while she’s sitting in a holding cell with half of SHIELD watching her and Director Fury preparing to go in to start her debrief instead?”
Clint swallowed. Phil was disturbingly sexy when he was angry. “I made a different call,” he said.
“It wasn’t your call to make!” Phil slammed a hand down on the desk beside him. “I gave an order, Barton, one which came from the top, and I expected you to obey. That you didn’t is bloody inconvenient.”
How did the order come from the top when Fury seems pleased I brought the Russian in alive? Clint thought but didn’t ask the question.
“Romanoff knows too much which could be very inconvenient if she talks. She needs silencing and I need you to finish the job.”
Clint opened his mouth to argue, saw the look on Coulson’s face and closed his mouth again.
But I liked her, he wanted to say. She’s scared and she doesn’t want to kill any more than I do. She could have killed me and she didn’t; all I did was return the favor, and then she asked me to help her. How could I say no? And how can I betray her now?
“How am I supposed to do that with the tight surveillance she’s under?” he asked instead.
“You’re SHIELD’s best assassin, Barton. You’ll find a way. No matter how you do it, I want it done by tonight. Fury wants to start on her first thing tomorrow.”
This makes no sense, Clint wanted to say. How is the order from the top when Fury’s so keen to talk to Romanoff? He must have looked mulish, because Phil leaned over close to put his face right in front of Clint’s.
“That’s an order, Barton. Obey.”
“Yes, sir,” Clint muttered, sullen.
“Don’t sulk, Clint.” Phil’s voice softened, and Clint looked up to meet his eyes. “There’s a lot going on here I can’t tell you about. I wish I could.”
“You always say that,” Clint said, but he could feel himself softening, touched by Phil’s expression. This was the man he’d fallen in love with, the handler who’d become so much more, who was really the only person apart from Fury Clint could bring himself to trust.
“Soon,” Phil whispered, putting his hand to the back of Clint’s neck. “I’ll be able to tell you everything soon. I promise.”
Clint reached up to kiss Phil, his doubts falling away. He’d do what Phil asked because this was Phil. He’d find a way and he’d kill the red-haired Russian, tonight, because Phil needed him to.
(Except when the alarms went off and Maria Hill caught him at Romanoff’s door, Clint couldn’t quite bring himself to be sorry.)
