Stony Oneshots (Requests open)

I know this little chapel on the Boulevard

REQUEST:

Can I get an one shot where Clint said something to hurt Phil's feelings and Clint's trying to fix it with romantic gestures and stuff?

I hope you like it! Sorry if you don't but I just had one of the worst days I've had in a while today. But good news, I (came out?) to my best friend and she just said okay which was good

VOTE COMMENT FOLLOW?

“This is bad.” Tony ran into his and Steve’s bedroom and slammed the door behind him quickly, turning the key in the lock just to be sure.

“Babe, are you okay?” Steve asked as he looked up from their bed where he was reading and quirked his eyebrow up at his husband. He put down his book - folding down the top right corner to remember his place – and watched with concern as Tony ran over to the window and stared out of it with rapt attention.

“What’s happening?” Steve repeated his question, getting worried now and struggled to his feet to join Tony at the window. “Do I need to get my suit?”  He asked his hand trailing to the alarm button the wall and was just about to hit it to warn the others when Tony grabbed his arm and pointed out the window onto the street.

“Its trouble in paradise,” Tony explained simply and with a simple shift Steve was able to see exactly what Tony was talking about. There, out on the street was Phil piling up bags on the sidewalk, some of them half full and some over spilling like they’d been packed in a hurry.

“What is he doing?” Steve asked curiously, craning his head to see whether he could tell what was spilling out the bags any easier.

“Well, rumour has it that Clint mentioned something about Phil’s obsession with you and that he was well, rather rude about Phil’s collectibles and posters all over their floor and well Phil took it to heart and may or may not be getting rid of all his stuff!” Tony spilled quickly and covered his mouth guiltily. “Shit, I promised Natasha that I wouldn’t tell anyone else!”

“I think it’s okay that you told me Tony; she can’t honestly think you won’t tell your husband.” Steve said soothingly and rubbed Tony’s lower back. He looked back out the window and at the bags with worry. “Do you think that we should go and get them?”

Tony looked at him puzzled and Steve clarified. “The bags I mean. When they’re done with this fight Phil would want that stuff back, wouldn’t he?”

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“Phil stop!” Clint helplessly followed his lover around their floor as he snatched up the memorabilia and stuffed it angrily in the plastic bag he was carrying. “What are you doing? This is crazy you need to stop doing this you’ll only regret it afterwards!”  

Phil whipped around and stared him down with a frosty expression. “So one minute you’re telling me that you find it ‘weird’ that I collect all this and the next you’re begging me to keep it? I can’t keep running around in circles with you Clint!” Phil said calmly, his fingers tightening dangerously around the top of the plastic bag, his fingers straining the plastic so much that they broke through it. 

“Is this fight secretly about something else?” Clint asked, picking up on the underlying tension running beneath his partners tone. He clenched his fists and stood his ground as Phil turned his full gaze upon him. “Because the Phil Coulson I knew a year ago would have turned around to me and would have told me to fuck off and laugh about my memorabilia comment, we both know it.” 

“Fuck off Clint I’m tired of this.” Phil turned around to leave with a heavy heart and picked up the final little figurine and popped it into his suit pocket. He walked out the door and into the elevator and with one final look he could see Clint standing in the door of their floor looking devastated.