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Your Muse: Clint Barton.
Muse wanted: Agent Phil Coulson.
Community:

smuttysws , and casual threading on journals.
Fandom: Marvel
Canon or AU: Either or. I do love the canon, buuuut. I do have an AU weakness.
Medium: Avengers Movieverse, though I'm using elements of 616 Clint.
Contact via: Comment, or contact post on Clint's journal.

I've just started playing Clint around

smuttysws , and there seems to be a varied and awesome pool of Avengers around. But there is no Phil Coulson, and that makes me sad. We need our Super Nanny. And I may have a slight Clint/Coulson bias, if that's anyone's thing. Come and play with us.

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That's an exaggeration. I take the time to infiltrate your office. Sit on your desk. Be a general annoyance.

[That makes Clint laugh.] Yeah. That'd be hilarious.

I don't know if I've fully forgiven you for breaking my captain america bobble head. You're lucky I found another one. That one's staying in the box.

You've always had an odd sense of humor.

I said sorry, and I got you that little... keychain thing.

I really appreciate the gesture, I do, but I still don't like it. Captain America would never encourage the eating of cheeseburgers, even if they are American classics. He'd be more worried about the growing rate of child obesity.

He's on a skateboard too. He's exercising at the same time. It totally balances out. [Clint shrugs.] Also, the girl behind the counter said it was cute. I trusted her judgement.

[He let out a sigh. Clint never gets that point.]

That should teach you to trust women working for minimum wage. You could have gone onto my amazon wishlist and found which items I'm missing.

[Ah, but Phil will think of Clint every time he sees it. That's all that matters.]

That's a cheat list.

[And it's not like it's hanging in his locker or anyth-wait it is.]

It's not as if I don't check your request list whenever I order new supplies.

[Oh, Phil. That's cute.]

Aww, Phil. You'll make me think you care.

I do, quiet deeply. If you don't have the right equipment how are you going to do your job properly? If you can't do your job properly, you die and I have to do a lot of paperwork. I'd rather keep you in arrows.

And we all know how much you love your paperwork.

And I do, but I'd rather keep doing your work orders and your payroll then your death certificate. I'm simply sentimental like that.

You have to sign me out of medical often enough. [Yeah, he's just gonna sit on Phil's desk now.] Hey, when you're doing my payroll, can your hand slip and add another zero?

There isn't anymore space for an extra zero. We're already using up all those slots. I could take out the one at the start and make it a zero for you. How's that sound?

On second thoughts, I think it's fine as it is.

I thought you'd agree. [Starts down at the paperwork is sitting on the edge of. He tugged at the edge of it.] Do you mind?

Nope. Not at all. [He's grinning, and also not moving.]

[Reaches into his desk and pulls out the cattle prod.]

Please?

[Which has Clint laughing, and shifting his ass a little bit.] Since you asked so nicely.

[Tugs the paperwork away and smooths it out.]

Was it the please or the cattle prod which worked? I'd like to know for reference.

I'm a sucker for a man with good manners, sir. Though I am curious as to why you have a cattle prod in your desk drawer?

[He looks as if it's obvious. He motions from the prod to Clint and back again.]

Did you not see the situation that just happened? Big powers and skills mean big egos. Little shocky stick tends to work on everybody.

Or maybe you're just really kinky.

[Enjoyed the puzzled, slightly shocked look.]

At my desk? I'd like to think you consider me a bit more professional than that!

[He holds his hands up in mock defense.]

You're the guy with the cattle prod. Don't look at me.