Okay it’s not legit ‘cussing out’ I’m so sorry… this is just what popped into my head so it happened, I hope you like it!
"What the— you botched my fucking shot, asshole!" Clint barked, even as he winced from the impact of his shoulder hitting the gravel.
"Shut the fuck up," the man in the suit hissed in Clint’s ear before going very still.
"Oh my god," Clint said after a beat of silence. "Oh my god, is that, do you have-" He cut off suddenly as a shot rang out above their heads.
"I told you to keep quiet," the man said with a sigh as he pulled back to peer around the low wall they were crouched behind. He fired off three quick shots before ducking down again, not even cringing as the answering shots cracked into the wall inches from where his head was.
"No, you said ‘shut the fuck up’. Those exact words. Right?" Clint said, eyes wide in disbelief. He took advantage of the pause in gunfire to rise up on his knees and fire off two arrows in quick succession. He sank down behind the wall again and peeled back the arm of his t-shirt, displaying the words that had been there from birth. He couldn’t help but smirk a bit at the way the other man’s eyes widened at the sight of Clint’s biceps. "And yours?"
"It’s what you said," he admitted.
"What’s your name?" Clint demanded before firing off another arrow, nodding in satisfaction when it hit its mark.
"It’s not going to matter if we don’t get out of this alive," the man pointed out. "You pissed someone important off."
"We’re getting out of this just fine," Clint said, rolling his eyes as he pulled the last arrow our of his quiver. "You think I’m going to die before soulmate sex? When my soulmate looks like you? Not a chance, man."
Clint came awake slowly, his vision clearing faster than his mind. It took him a moment to remember what had happened, but once he did he sat up, hands coming up to tug at tubes and IVs; he had to know, had to— he stilled as a firm hand closed over his before he could do any damage.
"Phil," the man in the suit said, with a tired smile. "My name is Phil Coulson. And the faster you recover, the faster we can get to that other thing you mentioned." Clint grinned as he relaxed back into the hospital bed.
"With that for incentive, this will be a record-setting recovery," he promised. "Just wait and see."
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ohh now I’m having all sorts of sad thoughts about Clint growing up with ‘shut the fuck up’ written on him :’( (but kind of sad in the good angsty fic way)