It's the glint of a reflection in the round plexi-steel glass of Thor's cage that saves Phil's life. A little glimmer that's not supposed to be there. That tiny thing keeps Loki from slicing his heart in half. Phil feigns to the side and the scepter slices his chest open along the side and ribs. It's a life threatening injury but it's not a life ending one.
Well, not permanently. He's technically dead for eight seconds during his first surgery. The doctors bring him back though. Phil Coulson has a lot to live form.
The days in a HUB medical facility blur together. Phil loses a lot of time after his surgeries in a drugged stupor. When he's sensible enough to remember what he says and what people say to him he demands to know the condition of his agents. Of Clint. It's easier for him to stay bound in a hospital bed when he knows Clint his alive. The Avengers saved the world. It's good news but the best news is Clint's free and alive.
The knowledge that Clint's waiting for him is enough to make Phil be a good patient. He hates medical almost as much as his favorite agents but he hides it better.
It takes entirely too long to heal enough to be moved back to his own place and then it's depressingly empty.
There are lingering signs of their shared life. Clint's hoodie left on the back of a chair. A second set of hearing aids. But it's clear the man himself as not been here and hasn't been here in quite some time. Of course, he's just as bad as his missing boyfriend.
Phil doesn't call. Doesn't pressure Clint. He hobbles around his apartment, trying to do as much as he can but even getting dressed is a long and arduous battle. Phil keeps the pain on a dull edge with painkillers but he never takes the prescribed amount. He hates falling asleep on the couch.
Fury tells him to stop working but Phil has a tablet and keeps trying to stick his nose in on the recovery, repair, and rebuilding efforts.
Until there's a knock on his door. "One minute," Phil calls because it takes him a long time to get up from the couch. He has to spend a few seconds catching his breath after, pressing a hand against his side.
"Clint." He can't help the pleased relief in his voice when he opens the door. He's reaching for him before he can think better of it and pulls him into a hug.
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Well, not permanently. He's technically dead for eight seconds during his first surgery. The doctors bring him back though. Phil Coulson has a lot to live form.
The days in a HUB medical facility blur together. Phil loses a lot of time after his surgeries in a drugged stupor. When he's sensible enough to remember what he says and what people say to him he demands to know the condition of his agents. Of Clint. It's easier for him to stay bound in a hospital bed when he knows Clint his alive. The Avengers saved the world. It's good news but the best news is Clint's free and alive.
The knowledge that Clint's waiting for him is enough to make Phil be a good patient. He hates medical almost as much as his favorite agents but he hides it better.
It takes entirely too long to heal enough to be moved back to his own place and then it's depressingly empty.
There are lingering signs of their shared life. Clint's hoodie left on the back of a chair. A second set of hearing aids. But it's clear the man himself as not been here and hasn't been here in quite some time. Of course, he's just as bad as his missing boyfriend.
Phil doesn't call. Doesn't pressure Clint. He hobbles around his apartment, trying to do as much as he can but even getting dressed is a long and arduous battle. Phil keeps the pain on a dull edge with painkillers but he never takes the prescribed amount. He hates falling asleep on the couch.
Fury tells him to stop working but Phil has a tablet and keeps trying to stick his nose in on the recovery, repair, and rebuilding efforts.
Until there's a knock on his door. "One minute," Phil calls because it takes him a long time to get up from the couch. He has to spend a few seconds catching his breath after, pressing a hand against his side.
"Clint." He can't help the pleased relief in his voice when he opens the door. He's reaching for him before he can think better of it and pulls him into a hug.