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Clint grinned at the prospect of having a full house of pups. Filling up his omega again and again. Adoring the full belly of his and taking care of his family. No, their family now. That was all that mattered now, taking care of what was his. “ We are going to have a big family. As big as we can make it. Spoil every one of them. God, you are going to be so beautiful with that full tummy.” He moaned softly as he continued to rub over Phil’s stomach possessively.  Clint sent marked Phil every place he could. Perhaps he couldn’t bond with him, but he could still claim him. 

“Anything you want, Precious. Anything at all” His hands reached up from Phil’s stomach to undo the collar around his neck. “I’ve got you. Going to take care of you.” Clint whispered the promise into his ear. While he loved how the collar looked on him, it covered the binding spot that he knew was sensitive. He sucked on the spot as he reach over for the lube. Clint poured a fair amount onto his fingers and started to work him open. “You are being so good for me, my beautiful omega. So good.” He praised him earnestly

Phil moaned softly as Clint brushed his hands reverently over his still flat stomach that would soon enough swell with their pup, arching up a little off of the bed into his touch. The omega almost protested at the loss of his collar, but any dissent was immediately cut off when the archer set his mouth to work on kissing, nipping and worrying the spot where his bonding gland was, which he notice for some reason was now almost overwhelmingly responsive to the alpha hovering over him. Maybe it was the new hormones his body was producing for the pup, he speculated before all thought was wiped from his mind.

“Ffffuck,” he exhaled breathlessly. “Yes-Clint,” the omega whispered as he paid attention to that spot. God, he could cum just from the archer scenting and marking that spot, the skin between his neck and shoulder feeling somehow stretched tight and hotter than the rest of him. Fuck, he thought mind racing, he could bond. He could fucking bond.

“Bite it– please,” he whined, keening and pressing back a little against the other’s fingers as he opened him up. “Mark me, bond with me, please my mate, make me your omega forever. Make sure everyone knows that I’m yours,” he begged desperately, arms scrambling to pull him closer, hips tilting to take his digits deeper inside of him, and never let him go.

Clint felt the bonding mark raise and radiate heat underneath his ministrations.  It was different than  when he teased it in the past. He loved feeling his omega squirm underneath him. He loved his omega and every part of him, especially the little pup growing inside him.Making his omega feel amazing then it was all worth it to him. “Bite what?” 

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Phil cried. Try as the omega might to resist the urge he couldn't help the soft choked sob of happiness that poured out of him as Clint made love to him. Made love to him, and the older man couldn't help but to think that this was the first time it had truly been making love and not sex, or just filling the primal need to fuck. This was beautiful, perfect, and Clint was whispering to him between thrusts how beautiful and perfect he was. And they could bond. Truly bond, he couldn't help tearing up. He'd never thought he might want to bond, but the possibility of never being able to do so with this man-the father of his pup (and perhaps even many more) had been heartbreaking.

"Clint," he keened softly. "Yours. Your omega. My handsome alpha. My mate," he whispered breathlessly, limbs wrapping tight around him to hold him inside as long as he could once he started to tip over the edge, crying out as the other bit him-first from the pain, then pleasure and the sensation of warmth, and of being made whole.

“I’m not one to resist offered food. Let me check my schedule.” Clint looked up as he thought about all the television he’d have to rearrange. Dog Cops could wait another day. “ I can make eight work.” He confirmed with a grin, slowly withdrawing his hand.  “ So, what are you thinking? Movie? dinner? Bowling? Crash on your couch and watch crap television and complain about co-workers? Walk in the park?” Clint shot out date night ideas.

The benefit of having already know the archer fairly well (Well besides somehow missing the obvious cues that Clint was actually interested in him) was that Phil already had some idea of what he might enjoy doing. The problem was that none of the ideas that immediately came to mind were explicitly a date, and could just as easily have been thought of as the two men hanging out after work, blowing off steam-something he could have been doing with him for some time now if he hadn’t been such an idiot. But for all his practicality and efficiency, while nobody would probably have guessed as much, when he wasn’t agent Coulson, when he could simply be Phil, the older man had a romantic streak a mile wide. And maybe the archer was already gone for him, but he wanted to romance Clint.

“I’ve got an idea,” he smiled finally

Clint raised an eyebrow when he responded “Oh, you’ve got an idea? You care to let me in on I don’t wear board shorts to a bar? Although I could totally rock the board shorts.”  He pointed out with a chuckle. “Assuming we are going out somewhere? I mean, I’m not picky. You could take me to the roof of the building with a bottle of scotch and I’d be down with that.”  Clint shrugged a bit and  moved  to crash on the old couch in the office. “As long as I’m doing something with you I’ll be happy. Been pining over you too long not to be.” 

"You look good in just about anything," Phil blurted out quite before he could stop himself, a slight, but noticeable twinge of pink coloring his cheeks and the tips of his ears at his slip. Get it together, he scolded himself internally, you are a spy for godsakes you know how to keep your cool. But this was Clint Barton, the man he's been pining after for ages now, who he thought he'd never have a chance with, and he can't really help it, can he?

"It's going to take a few more dates before you get to see me drunk Barton," he teased at the mention of scotch on a rooftop, although it did have a kind of nice ring to it. "At least until I get used to the idea we're dating and I didn't to dream the whole thing up when I wake up the next morning."

"Casual wear is fine, although you might want a jacket just in case," he offered thoughtfully. "I was thinking we could take Lola out for a spin, maybe go to the drive-in movies just out of town," he smiled, hiding his nervousness as he waited to hear what the archer thought of this idea.

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He said nothing. He wasn’t meant to get along. It wasn’t something he really knew how to do. He could play along, but if he had to, for any reason, he’d switch back to what he knew best… wiping out any who stood in his way.

“Yes… somewhere,” he replied quietly, tempted to reach out and touch it like that would somehow bring something more back. The name rang a bell and he frowned slightly. “He made it fly… not well, but it flew…” He didn’t know why he thought that, but he firmly believed that fact with whatever heard was left to him. Frowning slightly, he looked over at the other man. “He never fixed it…?”

Phil shook his head, watching as the other man marveled for a moment at the car, seeming to lose himself a little to memories, and who would have thought that Lola would be a help in restoring him to himself. "Never had the chance to I suppose," the agent replied. "He was a bit busy helping Peggy Carter build SHIELD, and then there was an accident. He and his wife both died. His son Tony, he's the one that finally finished it, made her capable of real and extended flight."

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He pretended not to be able to hear the comm chatter, but the serum had advanced his hearing. He knew that he was considered a threat, still. He was the Winter Soldier, after all. He would never stop being a threat to the people around him. That was just the way life was when you were literally a walking weapon.

The sudden revelation of the plane didn’t even make him blink, having anticipated something along those lines. Stepping onto the ramp, he quickly assessed the situation, looking for every exit and access point. He looked at the vehicles, eyes lingering on the red convertible for a long moment. When the other man started speaking, he turned and looked at him quietly, face still impassive. His eyes flicked back to the red convertible when he spoke about it, naming it. “Never hurt anyone I didn’t have to,” he replied calmly, turning back to him. “This car… I’ve seen it before…”

"Then you and I should get along just fine," the agent nodded when the other man assured him he never hurt anyone if he didn't have to.

"Have you," Phil asked, although he supposed it was possible and made a certain kind of sense, he was surprised of all the details from a life perhaps before the Winter Soldier that he might remember this. "It was Howard Stark's at one time. He hoped it might be the first of many in flying cars, but he never did get to finish it, and it was generally agreed upon later perhaps that kind of responsibility shouldn't be so readily available to just any and all traditional drivers."

“I’m not one to resist offered food. Let me check my schedule.” Clint looked up as he thought about all the television he’d have to rearrange. Dog Cops could wait another day. “ I can make eight work.” He confirmed with a grin, slowly withdrawing his hand.  “ So, what are you thinking? Movie? dinner? Bowling? Crash on your couch and watch crap television and complain about co-workers? Walk in the park?” Clint shot out date night ideas.

The benefit of having already know the archer fairly well (Well besides somehow missing the obvious cues that Clint was actually interested in him) was that Phil already had some idea of what he might enjoy doing. The problem was that none of the ideas that immediately came to mind were explicitly a date, and could just as easily have been thought of as the two men hanging out after work, blowing off steam-something he could have been doing with him for some time now if he hadn't been such an idiot. But for all his practicality and efficiency, while nobody would probably have guessed as much, when he wasn't agent Coulson, when he could simply be Phil, the older man had a romantic streak a mile wide. And maybe the archer was already gone for him, but he wanted to romance Clint.

"I've got an idea," he smiled finally

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Clint grinned at the prospect of having a full house of pups. Filling up his omega again and again. Adoring the full belly of his and taking care of his family. No, their family now. That was all that mattered now, taking care of what was his. “ We are going to have a big family. As big as we can make it. Spoil every one of them. God, you are going to be so beautiful with that full tummy.” He moaned softly as he continued to rub over Phil’s stomach possessively.  Clint sent marked Phil every place he could. Perhaps he couldn’t bond with him, but he could still claim him. 

“Anything you want, Precious. Anything at all” His hands reached up from Phil’s stomach to undo the collar around his neck. “I’ve got you. Going to take care of you.” Clint whispered the promise into his ear. While he loved how the collar looked on him, it covered the binding spot that he knew was sensitive. He sucked on the spot as he reach over for the lube. Clint poured a fair amount onto his fingers and started to work him open. “You are being so good for me, my beautiful omega. So good.” He praised him earnestly

Phil moaned softly as Clint brushed his hands reverently over his still flat stomach that would soon enough swell with their pup, arching up a little off of the bed into his touch. The omega almost protested at the loss of his collar, but any dissent was immediately cut off when the archer set his mouth to work on kissing, nipping and worrying the spot where his bonding gland was, which he notice for some reason was now almost overwhelmingly responsive to the alpha hovering over him. Maybe it was the new hormones his body was producing for the pup, he speculated before all thought was wiped from his mind.

"Ffffuck," he exhaled breathlessly. "Yes-Clint," the omega whispered as he paid attention to that spot. God, he could cum just from the archer scenting and marking that spot, the skin between his neck and shoulder feeling somehow stretched tight and hotter than the rest of him. Fuck, he thought mind racing, he could bond. He could fucking bond.

"Bite it-- please," he whined, keening and pressing back a little against the other's fingers as he opened him up. "Mark me, bond with me, please my mate, make me your omega forever. Make sure everyone knows that I'm yours," he begged desperately, arms scrambling to pull him closer, hips tilting to take his digits deeper inside of him, and never let him go.

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He hadn’t really expected the man to waver or fall back just because he snarled at him. No, it would take more than that, but he was fully capable of delivering so much more than that. He let him pull the gun back to himself, noting where it was holstered so if he needed to get to a weapon, he had easy access to one. He was highly trained in hand to hand and disarming opponents.

He canted his head to the side, looking at him for a long moment. “Let’s go.”

Phil nodded, pressing a single finger to his ear to activate his mic. "We found him. Start the engine, wheels up in 5. Tell our people on site and at the base to stand down, he's a non-combatant until he decides otherwise," the director instructed, hearing the other's unspoken dissent about the Winter Soldier not being an immediate threat to anyone, but knew she would get everyone to fall in line with his instructions.

"Welcome to the bus," he offered as the large plane uncloaked to allow the two of them to find the cargo ramp, walking up between the SHIELD SUV and Lola. Threats probably wouldn't intimidate him in the slightest, and he was afterall trying to get the other man to trust him so the agent revisited his knee-jerk 'don't touch Lola' directive in favor of, "I want this to work, I absolutely believe that we can help you and maybe you could even help us, but and I'm only going to say this once if you try to hurt my people, or Lola here," he gestured to the car beside him. "We're going to have a problem."

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Admittedly, he had to stop and think about that choice. Part of him was convinced that the only safe choice was to get the hell out of there and make his own way, staying far away from other people. But, at the same time… where was he going to go? Where could he possibly be even remotely safe? Even if he went with this man, he had a chance of getting a place to hunker down and get himself set to take off again.

He was so caught up in thinking that he almost missed the man removing his glove. Seeing the metal prosthetic, he blinked, canting his head to the side slightly. This was an interesting turn of events.

He made no move to take the gun being held out to him. He had no weapons of his own, but if he needed one, he had no doubt that he could take what he needed. He looked over the weapon being offered to him, but still refused to take it. “Because my walking in with a gun on you will make them all so eager to help,” he pointed out sarcastically, almost snarling at the other man. “If I need a weapon… I’ll take one.”

"It isn't some kind of a test I'm attempting to set you up to fail. When you figure out what it'll take to earn your trust, you let me know. Either way my people will help you gun or no, happily or begrudging because I tell them to, and they trust me," Phil replied unwavering even in the face of the other man's snarl. "But I understand," he nodded slowly pulling the gun back to himself and holstering it once more.

"So, what's it to be," he asked as May spoke in his ear requesting an update and ETA. "Am I telling my pilot you'd already broken yourself out by the time we got here, or to expect a plus one on our return flight?"

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He looked over at the other man seriously, completely passive until he mentioned going back to the people that had did all this to him. He reacted almost violently, pulling back as his lip curled back in disgust. “I’ll die first,” he hissed, watching the other man warily now, not sure which side he was really on. He seemed to be saying almost all the right things, but even just hinting at taking him back to the people who did these things to him and who could do the sorts of things they’d made him do… no, nothing like that should be trusted. “We’ll see…”

Phil nodded, before pausing at the door that would lead them both away to freedom. "This is the last call. Once we're out this door you can come with me, and my pilot can take us both back to the bunker we've made our new home, or you can cut out of here."

"Given what you've been through, no one would blame you for choosing the later," he continued sympathetically, but matter-a-fact, reasonably confident this man didn't want his pity. "But--" he continued slowly pulling off the glove he had been wearing to reveal a metal prosthesis that had replaced his missing left hand. "I do believe that we could help you," he said.

"Either way, I don't want there to be any illusions here that this isn't your choice to make. I'm reasonably sure you could more than hold your own against me without it, but here," the agent said carefully telegraphing all his moves so he couldn't be perceived as a threat while he unstrapped his gun from the holster and pointed it at himself whilst he passed it to the man standing beside him. "We call the icers. They're non-lethal but incredibly effective for knocking out even super-powered individuals. Might come in handy if you happen to find anyone from your past you feel like detaining for some answers. Or," he added with a shrug,"If it would make you feel safer and more in control, you can hold me hostage as your insurance policy and come back to base with us, to make sure my team won't try anything funny without your consent. I promise you it would be unnecessary, but if it would make you feel better that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make."

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“More like conditioning to not let anyone but the technicians touch it.” He didn’t bother mentioning the fact that any sort of work being done on his arm only triggered flashbacks that he wasn’t completely sure were real. Nothing he could remember seemed real and he’d spent so much time being lied to and having his mind screwed around with, he was having trouble figuring out what was real anymore. But, at this point, his choices were sitting in that cell for an indeterminate amount of time or following this man out and finding something out there somewhere.

He shook his head at the question. “No… to keep me dependent, I was never allowed to know how to work on it,” he admitted quietly, frowning slightly. He would have preferred that, but he couldn’t do it. And the way it was wired, it almost felt like it was flesh and bone being worked on instead of metal components and wiring.

"Well, seems to me it's about time that changed. Unless you want to go back to them," he tested gauging the other's verbal, and more importantly his emotional response to the suggestion. "I won't allow anyone to touch your arm without your permission, but I do have a scientist member on my team who's quite good with tech. He may be able to look at it and guess some of it's make-up and workings, teach you some types of repairs and maintenance for a prosthetic like yours," the older agent suggested patiently. "Then you can be your own man instead of the one others have forced you to be."

Clint wasn’t sure whether he wanted to strangle Phil or kiss him.  Holding back on his because he didn’t want to take advantage of him. He Phil was trying to be noble or whatever, but he still thought it stupid. Noble and stupid, god how did he fall for this man?When Phil made the decision for him and all but melted into the kiss. It was everything he’d imagined and more. Clint  let himself get sucked into the the moment, savoring it while he could. Eventually Clint forced himself to pull away. He scrubbed his face and groaned. “ No, no, no. We can’t do this. They’ll put me on another team if they figure out. I can’t.. I just… Fuck. “ He sighed and slumped his shoulders.

“Clint,” Phil interrupted as the archer suddenly began pulling away from their kiss and the older man’s embrace, scrubbing his face. Just a moment ago the blond had been telling him how he had been crushing on him for ages, and even if Phil was pretty sure he was much farther gone on Barton than that, the man had certainly been kissing back enthusiastically enough. No power on Earth was going to get him to give up and let this go now he knew he stood an actual chance. “Do you want to move to another team,” he asked voice patient, but steady, firm, already sure of the answer before he even looked at the other’s face. “Because that’s the only way that Natasha and I will ever let that happen, is if that’s what you want and you put in a request for it,” he assured him. “SHIELD doesn’t have any explicit rules against it so long as we can still conduct ourselves as professionals and get the job done. I just didn’t want to risk losing or hurting you, especially since I was sure you couldn’t feel that way about me,” he admitted, one hand reaching up to cup the other man’s cheek.

“If you don’t want to do this, I can respect that- we won’t. We can pretend this,” he gestured between the two of them, “never happened. I won’t ever bring it up again. But Clint,” he continued waiting for the other to meet his eyes. “I’m willing to see where this goes if you are,” he offered with a rare full, and sincere smile.

Clint’s state of duress over the impossibility of everything that he wanted faded as Phil called out his name. He forced himself to take a deep breath. He shook his head no in response, not trusting his voice at the moment. Moving to another team would be an absolute nightmare to him.  He’d dealt with other handlers in the past and it always ended up being with him digging himself into a large hole. Clint leaned into Phil’s hand and closed his eyes for a moment. His head was clouded with ridiculous amounts of what if’s and self doubt. When Phil spoke up again he forced himself to meet his eyes.  That smile him melt.

“Phil, of course I want to…” Clint responded before leaning out of Phil’s hand and resting his forehead on Phil’s shoulder. “I’m ‘friad I’m gonna not ‘conduct myself professionally’ or something like that.” He peered up at Phil after a small sigh. “ You promise they won’t tear the team apart? You are the only handler that, well, deal with me. And Nat. She’s my best friend. I just.. Never thought I’d get the best of both worlds.” He confessed. 

Phil watched as Clint seemed to finally pull himself together, leaning first into his touch against his cheek, before burrowing a little into the older man’s shoulder, finally finding the words to voice the root of his anxieties. “Well, let’s face it,” Phil smiled with the slightest hint of a chuckle in his voice. “You’ve always enjoyed toeing the lines a bit with ‘professional conduct’.” And of course if Phil was honest with himself he let him. Because despite his cheek on the comms, and his way of teasing and working his way under your skin as a kind of endearment… “At the end of the day you get the job done, and I haven’t once since your recruitment hesitated or ever regretted trusting you with my life,” he offered, giving voice to his thoughts.

“I swear it,” he promised, gently guiding the archer’s hand to rest over his heart. “Any handler would be lucky to have you. But you are my sniper. My archer. Nobody is going to reassign or replace you. Where you go Nat and I are coming too,” he promised. “But you don’t have anything to worry about, and if there ever comes a time that we do–there’s certain benefits to being best friends with the director,” he joked softly kissing the crown of Clint’s head affectionately.

Clint chuckled a bit at Phil observation. The hierarchy of Shield took a while for him to get used to. Eventually he learn not to challenge every single order given to him. How Phil was able to deal with him was beyond Clint. Back talking during operations was Clint’s favorite way to pass time. Talking about all this stuff was exhausting. He’d only said about two sentences,but placing his concerns into words took a lot more effort than it was probably worth. He was trying to help make his crush into an actual relationship and he prayed to whatever deity that it was evident to Phil. 

Clint let his hand be pulled up to Phil’s chest. He buried his head into Phil’s shoulder again. His palm laid against his chest and he could faintly feel his heartbeat. He took a few deep breaths and tried to match his own heartbeat to Phil’s.  He slowly pulled his head up from Phil’s shoulder and looked him in the eyes, hand still on Phil’s chest. “ So, you gonna take me on a real date or what?” He inquired, putting on a cocky smile despite everything he thought inside. He knew he’d eventually screw this up, but maybe he could enjoy this while it lasted.

"Yes, Clint," Phil chuckled shaking his head in amusement at the archer's teasing, which if anything, endeared him to the older agent even more. "I would like to take you on many dates if you'll let me, and maybe eventually find out what it's like to wake up next to you in the morning and make us both breakfast," he suggested hopefully. "But maybe to start I could pick you up tonight, say 8 o'clock?"

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There was nothing more rewarding to Clint than watching his omega preen underneath his touches. The knowledge of knowing that he could make his omega happy with just simple touches meant a world to him. Satisfying and spoiling his omega was the best thing in the world. If time and money would have allowed him to, he would spoil Phil every single moment he could. 

Phil stretching out his neck and pleading with him to mark him up and claim him was enough to get his blood pumping. As if he needed any more motivation to make love to his omega. He groaned a bit as he was pulled up from the couch. Although, he knew that if they didn’t get moving soon they would be doing it on the couch. As fun as it might be, it wasn’t how he wanted to do it this time.

Clint silenced his omega with a kiss. “I’m gonna take care of you like you deserve. Only the best.” Clint murmured. He pulled away after a moment and used his strength to pick Phil up. With his arms under his omega’s legs and chest he carried him onto the bed.  He set him down on the bed and slowly worked off both of their shirts. “You are so handsome. I want to claim you so everyone knows that you are mine.My partner and equal, always. I promise to give you everything you could ever want. As long as I’m with you then I am home.” He promised as he straddled him and laid kisses all over his neck and chest.

“I know you will,” Phil whispered, nestling his face into the other man’s neck as he wrapped his arms around the archer while he carried him back to his bedroom. “I trust you,” he added softer still, but definitely loud enough for the alpha to hear it. Given the way the two of them had met and started off it was quite the thing to say, but the moment the words left the omega’s mouth he knew it was true. He did trust that Clint would take care of him, would treat him right and like an equal now. There was an ever so slight unspoken plea that the archer wouldn’t hurt or take advantage of that, but the anxiety that would normally have accompanied such a thought was slim to none, and waning by the minute as the blond held, touched and kissed all over his body.

This was how their pup should have been made. The way that he wanted to remember. This was a new beginning, a new context. This was “perfect,” the omega exhaled on a sigh as he pulled the other man towards and on top of him, stealing a kiss from him as his fingers slid down to work them both out of their pants.

Clint wasted no time slipping the both of them out of the rest of their garments. Clothes were just a hassle at the moment and Clint was more than happy to get them out of the way.  Clint lips moved back up, chasing after Phil’s lips now. His hands eagerly re explored his omegas body. He felt up Phil’s sides and legs before paying special attention to his stomach. Clint gently rubbed at the skin. 

“I can’t wait until you are so big and full  just for me. Everyone will know you are mine. Wanna give you so many pups, my precious omega. Give you everything. ” He murmured into his ear before pressing kisses down to his stomach, nuzzling it even. Although his scent was already in Phil’s scent partially, by nuzzling he was able to scent mark him some. He looked up at his omega with adoring eyes. “You want me to take you traditional or facing me? Whatever you want. Everything you want.” He added in attempting to keep things equal between them as he could. Phil was everything he could have ever wanted. The last thing he ever wanted was to screw this up. 

"Just for you," the omega nodded echoing the words back to the blond where he hovered above him, ghosting his fingers across his skin in a way that threatened to be his undoing. "Only you. Yours," he affirmed between shallow breaths and kisses.

"I want to give you a whole litter of puppies," he admitted, eyes shining as he starred up into his at the very thought. He couldn't make any promises of course, as old as he was and as long as he had subjected his body to suppressants the heat they had already shared had been supercharged and entirely unique. It was possible his body would never have another one, though this wasn't a possibility he liked to think about just yet. He would have to tell Clint eventually, but fear of ruining the moment and their newly formed bond with one another scared him into remaining silent-at least for now. Perhaps if this puppy and he himself were only good enough they could keep Clint, and the alpha wouldn't feel the urge to stray and seek out another mate to provide him with more pups.

Shaking the thought from the forefront of his mind, he chose to focus on better things. "-Can't wait until we can hear their heartbeat, till you can pup your hands on me and feel their little kicks," he whispered happily, leaning up a little to steal another kiss and nuzzle back against Clint, encouraging him to continue to scent him. No alpha had ever cared enough to be possessive of him like this before, but the thought was intoxicating. "I want to see your face, my mate," he whispered softly. "My alpha. Please."

Clint wasn’t sure whether he wanted to strangle Phil or kiss him.  Holding back on his because he didn’t want to take advantage of him. He Phil was trying to be noble or whatever, but he still thought it stupid. Noble and stupid, god how did he fall for this man?When Phil made the decision for him and all but melted into the kiss. It was everything he’d imagined and more. Clint  let himself get sucked into the the moment, savoring it while he could. Eventually Clint forced himself to pull away. He scrubbed his face and groaned. “ No, no, no. We can’t do this. They’ll put me on another team if they figure out. I can’t.. I just… Fuck. “ He sighed and slumped his shoulders.

“Clint,” Phil interrupted as the archer suddenly began pulling away from their kiss and the older man’s embrace, scrubbing his face. Just a moment ago the blond had been telling him how he had been crushing on him for ages, and even if Phil was pretty sure he was much farther gone on Barton than that, the man had certainly been kissing back enthusiastically enough. No power on Earth was going to get him to give up and let this go now he knew he stood an actual chance. “Do you want to move to another team,” he asked voice patient, but steady, firm, already sure of the answer before he even looked at the other’s face. “Because that’s the only way that Natasha and I will ever let that happen, is if that’s what you want and you put in a request for it,” he assured him. “SHIELD doesn’t have any explicit rules against it so long as we can still conduct ourselves as professionals and get the job done. I just didn’t want to risk losing or hurting you, especially since I was sure you couldn’t feel that way about me,” he admitted, one hand reaching up to cup the other man’s cheek.

“If you don’t want to do this, I can respect that- we won’t. We can pretend this,” he gestured between the two of them, “never happened. I won’t ever bring it up again. But Clint,” he continued waiting for the other to meet his eyes. “I’m willing to see where this goes if you are,” he offered with a rare full, and sincere smile.

Clint’s state of duress over the impossibility of everything that he wanted faded as Phil called out his name. He forced himself to take a deep breath. He shook his head no in response, not trusting his voice at the moment. Moving to another team would be an absolute nightmare to him.  He’d dealt with other handlers in the past and it always ended up being with him digging himself into a large hole. Clint leaned into Phil’s hand and closed his eyes for a moment. His head was clouded with ridiculous amounts of what if’s and self doubt. When Phil spoke up again he forced himself to meet his eyes.  That smile him melt.

“Phil, of course I want to…” Clint responded before leaning out of Phil’s hand and resting his forehead on Phil’s shoulder. “I’m ‘friad I’m gonna not ‘conduct myself professionally’ or something like that.” He peered up at Phil after a small sigh. “ You promise they won’t tear the team apart? You are the only handler that, well, deal with me. And Nat. She’s my best friend. I just.. Never thought I’d get the best of both worlds.” He confessed. 

Phil watched as Clint seemed to finally pull himself together, leaning first into his touch against his cheek, before burrowing a little into the older man's shoulder, finally finding the words to voice the root of his anxieties. "Well, let's face it," Phil smiled with the slightest hint of a chuckle in his voice. "You've always enjoyed toeing the lines a bit with 'professional conduct'." And of course if Phil was honest with himself he let him. Because despite his cheek on the comms, and his way of teasing and working his way under your skin as a kind of endearment... "At the end of the day you get the job done, and I haven't once since your recruitment hesitated or ever regretted trusting you with my life," he offered, giving voice to his thoughts.

"I swear it," he promised, gently guiding the archer's hand to rest over his heart. "Any handler would be lucky to have you. But you are my sniper. My archer. Nobody is going to reassign or replace you. Where you go Nat and I are coming too," he promised. "But you don't have anything to worry about, and if there ever comes a time that we do--there's certain benefits to being best friends with the director," he joked softly kissing the crown of Clint's head affectionately.

Closed:: xfacethepastx:: Getting Back in the Saddle

Shifting, the asset rolled his metal shoulder, letting the metal plates shift and grind back into place. He knew it’d be giving him trouble for some time, but he didn’t want anyone anywhere near it. Looking over at him at the comment on getting his arm fixed, the man automatically shifted, putting his arm further away from him. “No one’s touching me,” he growled quietly.

“See,” Phil nodded as they made their way out of the facility. “You can make decisions for yourself without answering to anyone else. Nobody will touch you unless you want and give them permission to,” he agreed. “You have my word on that.” Admittedly, that probably wasn’t much of a reassurance since he didn’t really know the Director from Adam, and had ever reason in the world to be suspicious of SHIELD since it had unwittingly housed Hydra for so many years. Still, Phil had been good to his word so far about letting the other free from his confines and prison, and helping him to escape.

“Do you know how to fix it yourself? Maybe you would feel more comfortable having the tools at your own disposal instead,” the older man offered as they made their way towards the cloaked plane and he signaled for May to open the bay ramp for them.

Clint wasn’t sure whether he wanted to strangle Phil or kiss him.  Holding back on his because he didn’t want to take advantage of him. He Phil was trying to be noble or whatever, but he still thought it stupid. Noble and stupid, god how did he fall for this man?When Phil made the decision for him and all but melted into the kiss. It was everything he’d imagined and more. Clint  let himself get sucked into the the moment, savoring it while he could. Eventually Clint forced himself to pull away. He scrubbed his face and groaned. “ No, no, no. We can’t do this. They’ll put me on another team if they figure out. I can’t.. I just… Fuck. “ He sighed and slumped his shoulders.

“Clint,” Phil interrupted as the archer suddenly began pulling away from their kiss and the older man’s embrace, scrubbing his face. Just a moment ago the blond had been telling him how he had been crushing on him for ages, and even if Phil was pretty sure he was much farther gone on Barton than that, the man had certainly been kissing back enthusiastically enough. No power on Earth was going to get him to give up and let this go now he knew he stood an actual chance. “Do you want to move to another team,” he asked voice patient, but steady, firm, already sure of the answer before he even looked at the other’s face. “Because that’s the only way that Natasha and I will ever let that happen, is if that’s what you want and you put in a request for it,” he assured him. “SHIELD doesn’t have any explicit rules against it so long as we can still conduct ourselves as professionals and get the job done. I just didn’t want to risk losing or hurting you, especially since I was sure you couldn’t feel that way about me,” he admitted, one hand reaching up to cup the other man’s cheek.

“If you don’t want to do this, I can respect that- we won’t. We can pretend this,” he gestured between the two of them, “never happened. I won’t ever bring it up again. But Clint,” he continued waiting for the other to meet his eyes. “I’m willing to see where this goes if you are,” he offered with a rare full, and sincere smile.

Sold (Closed): Archerxunmade :Omegaverse

There was nothing more rewarding to Clint than watching his omega preen underneath his touches. The knowledge of knowing that he could make his omega happy with just simple touches meant a world to him. Satisfying and spoiling his omega was the best thing in the world. If time and money would have allowed him to, he would spoil Phil every single moment he could. 

Phil stretching out his neck and pleading with him to mark him up and claim him was enough to get his blood pumping. As if he needed any more motivation to make love to his omega. He groaned a bit as he was pulled up from the couch. Although, he knew that if they didn’t get moving soon they would be doing it on the couch. As fun as it might be, it wasn’t how he wanted to do it this time.

Clint silenced his omega with a kiss. “I’m gonna take care of you like you deserve. Only the best.” Clint murmured. He pulled away after a moment and used his strength to pick Phil up. With his arms under his omega’s legs and chest he carried him onto the bed.  He set him down on the bed and slowly worked off both of their shirts. “You are so handsome. I want to claim you so everyone knows that you are mine.My partner and equal, always. I promise to give you everything you could ever want. As long as I’m with you then I am home.” He promised as he straddled him and laid kisses all over his neck and chest.

“I know you will,” Phil whispered, nestling his face into the other man’s neck as he wrapped his arms around the archer while he carried him back to his bedroom. “I trust you,” he added softer still, but definitely loud enough for the alpha to hear it. Given the way the two of them had met and started off it was quite the thing to say, but the moment the words left the omega’s mouth he knew it was true. He did trust that Clint would take care of him, would treat him right and like an equal now. There was an ever so slight unspoken plea that the archer wouldn’t hurt or take advantage of that, but the anxiety that would normally have accompanied such a thought was slim to none, and waning by the minute as the blond held, touched and kissed all over his body.

This was how their pup should have been made. The way that he wanted to remember. This was a new beginning, a new context. This was “perfect,” the omega exhaled on a sigh as he pulled the other man towards and on top of him, stealing a kiss from him as his fingers slid down to work them both out of their pants.