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"Clint." Phil feels his chest tighten. Of course he thought he could drive Phil away. Too many people had abandoned him over the years when things got difficult.

"I'm not that easy to scare off. Especially not with you." Phil shakes his head slightly. "We've been through a lot together. Have a little trust we can make it through this too."

After losing Clint Phil's not going to give him up so easily.

"Shit, do you talk about me in therapy? Is that where you get all this patience from?" More than the usual amount of patience, anyway.

"Don't let the sauce burn. Wouldn't want to ruin dinner just cuz I distracted you. Even if I make for a very nice distraction. Sometimes."

"Yes, I talk about you in therapy," Phil says as he turns away to deal with the sauce which does need a stir and some attention. "You're my partner and an important part of my life."

One of the most important aspects. Phil knows he'll never have a normal life but he can have someone who loves him and someone who understands the demands of the job. He doesn't have to be alone.

"I get my patience from being partially an artificial intelligence programmed to ignore any and all idiocy."

"I knew it," Clint says with amusement, even if it's a little forced, given the turn from the topic of himself. "Tony owes me money."

He feels like he can breathe just a little bit easier, and while he doesn't leave the kitchen, he does take a step back and lean, press, himself against a wall. "Though he'd probably argue that that's a lie since you don't ignore me or most of the shit that comes out of my mouth."

"Actually, that is a good time to bring up something with you," Phil says as he slowly stirs the sauce. "Stark stopped by three days ago. He offered me a job."

He looks over his shoulder towards Clint. "As his liaison to SHIELD for the Avengers initiative. Which is the second job offer he's made me. While you were missing he offered me a job working for his security team. I think he likes me."

Phil's not sure what to make of the offer. Or that Tony Stark showed up at his door, invited himself in, and then proceeded to insult the organization Phil worked for for most of his adult life and offer him a job. It was an interesting afternoon.

One offer can be a brushed off joke. Twice, with a personal visit? Means Stark's serious. Clint squints.

"I don't know how happy you'd be on his payroll--wait. His liaison to SHIELD for the Avengers. Doesn't that basically make you his PA, Pepper aside? Or is he making the whole assumption that the Avengers are not SHIELD? Because, I'd hate to break it to him, but it's Fury's idea, Fury's team, and whether they're officially working for SHIELD or not, it's kind of still a SHIELD operation."

He spreads his hands. "I get that the Avengers are overall bigger than that, but there's a lot of technicalities I don't feel legally qualified to speculate on further." And besides, those specifics don't matter so much as this: "Are you thinking about taking it?"

"Stark's play is pretty obvious." Phil tastes the sauce and then holds out the spoon towards Clint to taste. "He's rebuilding Stark Tower, going to make it the headquarters of the Avengers, and get away from SHIELD and Fury as the ones holding the leash. He has the money to finance something like that."

If Stark wanted a private army he could make himself one. Like a noble lord of old. Phil's always felt Stark's more a solo act in the end but he's taken to the Avengers fairly well.

"I don't know," he admits. "It might be a good option if I can't return to SHIELD field work and they make an offer I don't like. But I can't see myself doing it. Leaving SHIELD."

It's been his life for so long... he doesn't know what he'd be besides Agent Coulson.

He chews it over as he pushes himself from the wall to take that taste, like a normal thing they would normally do as a normal couple. "Lil more oregano." It's not a play for control, just a play for independence.

He knew that Stark was going to start digging the moment he set foot on the helicarrier and find things he shouldn't. That was planned, after all. One of the many items to fracture the nascent group. Weird how he's cool with the spies from the spy organization full of spy shit he's not down with, but he's a more complicated guy than the papers give him any credit for.

"I don't imagine he put a timer on the offer. He knows it'll depend on whether you're gonna get the clear or not. Might end up being the deciding factor." Then there will be backup plans, or other plans in place to make the offer all the more tempting. "Think you'd be happy?"

Phil steps away this time to get oregano, letting Clint return to the wall if that's where he wants to be. Before this he might kiss Clint before he could move away. He thinks about it but doesn't do it. He tries very hard not to think about the last time they kissed.

"No, he says I can sign on whenever I want. I imagine he's going to now go from Avenger to Avenger and ask them to move in." Phil sprinkles the oregano in the sauce and gets back to stirring. "I don't know if he'll suggest you and Nat should leave SHIELD as well or not."

Phil shrugs which he can now do without his entire side hurting. "I would miss being a handler. I would miss what I do. You know I genuinely love the job."

"I think he knows better than to come to us. I can moonlight as an Avenger while still being an agent of SHIELD. I think you could probably manage it, too, but with a position like that, I can understand he'd want a little more cleanliness in the tie-severing department."

He doesn't move away. Just back enough to be out of the way of the stirring. "Don't dismiss it. Think about it. And then see what the docs say about where you're at medically. Fury's not gonna like it, given he's a control freak, but I think he's gonna realize this was always bound to be bigger than him. If it actually worked." A shrug. "For the record, I didn't think it was actually gonna work, but if anyone could do it, it was Fury."

"I'd rather stay," he says seriously. "Being a part of SHIELD makes me part of something bigger. Something more than myself. I think I'd hate the private sector."

He wants to lean back into Clint but when he's not certain Clint's arms would come around him like before he doesn't. "Most people didn't think it would actually work but I had faith. Once you had something to rally behind."

Strange that his almost death was the uniting force. "I didn't think I'd be that important, you know."

"You're that important to me." That he can say easily. Because it's true. "And you made a pretty strong impression on Thor and Stark."

It wasn't planned for, though. Not something that Loki had considered, at any rate, else he wouldn't have done the stabbing in the first place.

That's reassuring to hear. Something in Phil loosens a bit. He still matters to Clint even with everything else going on around him.

"What do you think?" he asks, head tilted slightly. "About the Avengers breaking ties with SHIELD. I know you'll still be an agent but do you think they need the independence?"

"Need? No. But I think it's inevitable in case there's ever disagreement between what we wanna do and what Fury wants us to do." He rolls his shoulders, something of a shrug and something of a stretch. "World governments are not gonna be happy. They'll smile and thank us publicly, but behind closed doors, they're gonna get nervous."

Phil nods. "It is inevitable."

The Avengers work with SHIELD because SHIELD hasn't given them a reason not to. The second that disagreement happens they'll split. The Avengers don't need SHIELD but in many ways SHIELD still needed the Avengers.

"Make yourself more useful and set the table. This will be done soon." The pasta might be a little bit overdone but that would be fine. Neither of them were picky eaters.

"Yes sir."

If he were in a better place, he could see himself dipping in to kiss Phil's cheek. There's a desire. It's there. But he doesn't. Just sets to work.

"Aw, man, could've thrown together some garlic bread, too. Probably best we didn't or we'd have some charcoal instead." He's going for levity, if briefly. "Sorry. That I distracted you."

"You didn't distract me. We need to have these conversations."

Phil is finally up for these conversations too. He's been handling Clint with care. Maybe too much thinking that he couldn't handle it after everything Loki did and ordered Clint to do.

"You know I don't like leaving things unaddressed for long." Phil takes the sauce off the burner and then steps over to deal with the pasta.

"Kinda surprised you let me slide with it for as long as you did. Are there, um..." He does also hate having these conversations. Addressing what needs to be. He gets that it's important, but that doesn't make it any easier. A hand rubs the back of his neck. "Any rules to implement on your end? Changes on how we should treat each other?"

"What happened was a little more than our usual mission gone wrong." Phil drains the pasta carefully, mindful his muscles might not like the weight of the pot of water. The physical therapy is going well. Phil hasn't missed a session but he has doubts. "I wanted to give you time."

Too much time, maybe, but that's on Phil.

"All I want is honesty. If you need space, go take it. Just tell me."

He itches to go help and do all the heavy lifting, but if Phil needs help, he'll say so. The last thing his boyfriend needs is to feel useless. Even if maybe that's how he makes Phil feel. Sometimes.

"You're usually a lot better at figuring out what I need than I am. I don't know what it is I need. For things to go back to normal, ideally, but I think I gotta shift my perspective on what normal means now."

Losing his field agent status would make Phil feel useless. A lot more useless than Clint jumping in to do everything for him. He tries not to think about it as he dishes up pasta and sauce for both of them.

"I think a new normal means I'm going to have to learn how to figure that out again." Phil gets a bottle of red wine from his limited wine collection and opens it. "I think we can start with touches again, see what is comfortable and what isn't. We can still talk to each other."

When Clint's in the right mood he even flirts so Phil's not going to push that.

"Busting out the wine like a special occasion? Is getting me to talk that momentous?" It's a joke, yes, but also given how he usually is about opening up, it's also sort of not a joke, too. "Maybe I need to be super honest about all my thoughts and feelings more often."

Now that's a joke. Even if it shouldn't be.

"Have you been cleared for fun extracurriculars by any chance?"

"Drinking beer with homemade pasta sauce is a crime against man." Phil pours them both a glass to make sure that Clint doesn't go get a beer. He might still do that but Phil's going to try his best to give him some culture.

He sits at the table but the question gets a raised eyebrow. "My doctor doesn't think I'm ready for a bowling league but I've been cleared for the range and cardiac exercises like the treadmill and calisthenics."

Clint can't touch him so he imagines this is not an invitation to sex. He's not sure what it's an invitation to but hopefully Clint will make that clear in a minute.

"Who said anything about beer? I didn't say anything about beer. I'm being fed pasta and booze for free by someone I adore; I'm not going to deliberately ruin the moment."

Just maybe inadvertently ruin the moment. Like, should he be talking about sex right now? Probably not, but it's one of his ways of flirting, so he bobs his eyebrows at Phil. "So maybe some cooperative calisthenics is a-okay."

The adore comment is nice. Phil doesn't fight the gentle smile. The sexual flirtation is a little less welcome considering Clint can't touch him without being afraid of hurting him.

"We can start with us sleeping in the same bed and go from there," he suggests as he settles in to eat dinner and drink wine with his boyfriend.

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