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[youngphilcoulson-archive-blog]

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Phil’s eyes widened at the sudden kiss, but then he wrapped his arms around Clint, deepening the kiss. “Hi,” he murmured as he pulled away. “Was there a reason for kissing me?”

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He had ended up hurting himself sometime during the night somehow even though the sharp objects had been taken out of his room for safety. But either way there was a cut on his arm and it was bleeding.

Walking into the dining room he sat down at the table a makeshift bandage covering the wound. But it had served its purpose and now was starting to bleed through the crimson liquid rolling down his arm towards the table.

[itasedhim]

"Would it be weird for you if i just took off my shirt and pants? NOTHING IN A SEXUAL WAY, IM JUST IN PAIN."

Darcy blinked for a moment “dude, do you really think I would mind if you took off your clothes? I mean...look at you” She said, gesturing to all of him. “but uh, what happened there bud?”

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[youngphilcoulson-archive-blog]

00:00:00 (if you want to. I really love soulmate aus)

((Oh I love these!))

Phil had known from the moment he’d joined SHIELD that his soulmate wasn’t going to be an average person. SHIELD agents and average people didn’t mix very often. Phil was lucky if he even had the time to talk to the woman he bought his coffee from every morning. But he was hardly expecting his soulmate to be a known assassin who was wanted in ten different countries for at least a dozen hits. 

And yet, here he was. He had been mentally preparing for meeting his soulmate ever since he realized that the clock was down to 72 hours. Now, they had finally caught up to Hawkeye. Phil was finally able to speak to him in person, and his clock had to go and drop to 0 as soon as Hawkeye met his gaze from across the room. 

Phil couldn’t think of a worst thing to happen to him. It wasn’t that he thought Hawkeye would be a bad man to have as a soulmate (if he was willing to stop being a mercenary and work for SHIELD). Quite the opposite, actually. What Phil was worried about was having to go to Directory Fury, submit the paperwork for having found his soulmate, and admit that it was the assassin Phil had been hunting for months. Fury was never going to let him live this down. 

Phil hid the clock from view, not wanting to even address it until he had gotten the chance to talk to Hawkeye. “Hello,” he greeted as the younger man sat down. “We’ve been looking for you.”

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Waking up from his sudden nap the former hydra agent looked around groggily before his eyes landed on the man who he had come to trust to some degree. Clint Barton, SHIELD agent, taking a closer look at him the former assassin's eyes landed on Clint’s hearing aid.

Cocking his head to the side a little he slowly reached toward it before pulling his hand back before it could make contact with the other. “What that?” He questions pointing to his ear.

[aceofstarks]

Clint flopped down next to Tony on the big bed, close to tears. He got Tony's attention before finger spelling: [I have swimmer's eat] missions had risks but this was worse than a bullet since Phil was gone.

It took him a minute to decipher the spelling, then pulled Clint into a hug.  He wanted to say he was sorry and ask if there was something he could do to help, but comforting was more important to start off with.

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Phil had always suspected that he’d live his life alone.  He’d come to terms with this sometime in his early twenties.  After all, the life of a spy didn’t mesh well with needing to care for an omega and a bunch of children.  So when he’d started seeing Audrey, it had been odd enough for him, but tentatively beginning his relationship with Clint had been a whole new world.

Tony had had an alpha.  For three years before someone had come along and rescued him.  And soiled, damaged, used omegas were hardly in high demand, so when Phil had started to take care of him, he didn’t allow himself to get his hopes up.  Until he realized that he’d fallen into a relationship with the two of them.

Phil didn’t bond or breed either of them, but they all knew it was safer and healthier to have regular heats than to suppress them, so Phil gave them the option.  And Tony refused.  With a huge burst of anger.  He couldn’t handle it.  How could Phil think he could handle it?  He found Clint and, terrified at the very idea of purposefully putting himself through that, he sobbed into his arms.  “H-how could he ask me t-to do that?”

[recoveringrace-a]

strictlyabowandarrows replied to your post “I'm not good enough for you. This is wrong." (I love soulmate aus!)”

"Yes! No... I don't know! I hoped I'd never find you, honestly. Soulmates aren't a guarantee of a good relationship, they aren't even a guarantee of a decent relationship. You deserve someone who isn't going to fuck everything up, and I'm not that someone."

Grace gaped at him, feeling both angry in the rapidity of her pulse and utterly heartbroken by rejection. “You stupid-” she stammered and stopped, then grit her jaw. “No, soulmates aren’t a guarantee of a good relationship, but it’s not immediately the end of the world just because you’re a little fucked up! I’m a little fucked up too, maybe we-we-we’ll make a decent balance? Give me a fucking shot before you shut me down.”