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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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[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.

I confiscated it from Banner. It seemed there was some sort of war going on with it. [He put the prod back into his desk.]

I'm not even going to consider why you're first thought was that it was something kinky

[He waggles his eyebrows.]

Wouldn't you like to know.

[His brows drew together.]

I wouldn't, that's why I said I wasn't thinking on it.

[He's just going to lean right over and look into Phil's drawer.]

What else have you got in there?

[He sits back, letting Clint see. It's like looking at the principals drawer of goods at a high school, only for super brilliant students. There is technology, toy figures of all the team and random knickknacks.]

Contraband.