FIC Attitude Adjustment
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shanachie_quillTitle: Attitude Adjustment
Characters: Clint Barton, Ariana Barton, Phil Coulson, Stiles (OC)
Fandom: Avengers
Series: Assassin Baby
Written For:
Prompt: nicknames
Summary: Ariana is very protective of the names specific people call her. And she really doesn’t like people co-opting them.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Avengers movie, my series
Warnings: Clint has a potty mouth (even with his daughter present), Ariana is definitely Clint’s daughter, minor abuse of baby agents
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this either.
Author's Note: Hey! It’s on the list. Granted I added it today, but it’s on the list! Thanks to whogeek who helped me finish it. And chrismouse who guided it just a little. Also…please check the dating at the beginning of each story so you follow the timeline. Ariana is five in this one.
One Year after the Attempted Chitauri Invasion
Clint listened with half an ear as Ariana babbled about her day at school as she bounced along beside him. Normally he didn’t bring her into SHIELD HQ, not since the Chitauri invasion, but he needed to speak with Coulson for a minute. He figured it wouldn’t take them more than a few minutes, especially with Ariana there. “You remember that I need to talk to Uncle Coulson alone, right?” he asked her as they took the last turn to Coulson’s office.
“Yes, Daddy,” Ariana answered. “I’ll start my homework.”
“Are you sure you’re my kid?” he asked.
Ariana rolled her eyes at his question. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Okay. As long as you’re sure.” He rapped on Coulson’s door with his knuckles, grinning down at Ariana as she bounced in place. “I suppose you want to say hello?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Can you say anything other than ‘yes, Daddy’?” he questioned.
“Yes, Daddy.” She grinned up at him and he flicked her on the nose.
They were still grinning at each other when the door opened. Clint looked up, expecting to see Coulson at the door, and is surprised to see a baby agent that he only vaguely recognized. “Agent Barton,” the man greeted him before looking down at Ariana. “And who is this lovely young lady?”
Clint’s eyes flicked to Coulson, who gave a slight nod. “My daughter, Ariana.”
“Well, it’s a real pleasure to meet you, Ari,” the agent said, holding out his hand.
The Avenger didn’t have a chance to react before Ariana’s foot drew back and a sharp shoe caught the agent on the shin. “That’s not my name! Only Uncle Coulson is allowed to call me that!”
Clint bit back the laugh at the offended tone his daughter had, grabbing her before she could kick again. “Ariana,” he started.
“Aren’t you going to do something with her?” the agent demanded as he tried to rub his shin and glare at Clint at the same time.
“Hey! I’ll deal with my daughter.” Clint put himself between the agent and Ariana. “Why don’t you fuck off?”
“Stiles! Barton!” Coulson snapped from inside the office. Both agents snapped to attention automatically. “Stiles, get out. Barton, get in here.”
Clint picked Ariana up, keeping himself between her and the other agent as he entered Coulson’s office. He set her back down as soon as they were past the agent and Ariana ran to Coulson, scrambling up into his lap. “Aren’t you going to do something, Sir?” the man asked.
“You’re overstepping, Stiles, and I gave you a directive,” Coulson responded mildly. “Shut the door on your way out.”
Clint eyed the man suspiciously until he was gone from the room. “Did you mention Ariana to him?” he asked Coulson.
“No. He was clearly making an expostulation from her name.” Coulson looked down at his goddaughter. “That was not an appropriate response to his using the name.”
“It’s your name, Uncle Coulson,” she insisted.
Coulson didn’t respond to that, clearly seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, and asked Clint, “Do you have a comment to this?”
“Yeah. Kick him harder next time, Button.”
Characters: Clint Barton, Ariana Barton, Phil Coulson, Stiles (OC)
Fandom: Avengers
Series: Assassin Baby
Written For:
Prompt: nicknames
Summary: Ariana is very protective of the names specific people call her. And she really doesn’t like people co-opting them.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Avengers movie, my series
Warnings: Clint has a potty mouth (even with his daughter present), Ariana is definitely Clint’s daughter, minor abuse of baby agents
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this either.
Author's Note: Hey! It’s on the list. Granted I added it today, but it’s on the list! Thanks to whogeek who helped me finish it. And chrismouse who guided it just a little. Also…please check the dating at the beginning of each story so you follow the timeline. Ariana is five in this one.
One Year after the Attempted Chitauri Invasion
Clint listened with half an ear as Ariana babbled about her day at school as she bounced along beside him. Normally he didn’t bring her into SHIELD HQ, not since the Chitauri invasion, but he needed to speak with Coulson for a minute. He figured it wouldn’t take them more than a few minutes, especially with Ariana there. “You remember that I need to talk to Uncle Coulson alone, right?” he asked her as they took the last turn to Coulson’s office.
“Yes, Daddy,” Ariana answered. “I’ll start my homework.”
“Are you sure you’re my kid?” he asked.
Ariana rolled her eyes at his question. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Okay. As long as you’re sure.” He rapped on Coulson’s door with his knuckles, grinning down at Ariana as she bounced in place. “I suppose you want to say hello?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Can you say anything other than ‘yes, Daddy’?” he questioned.
“Yes, Daddy.” She grinned up at him and he flicked her on the nose.
They were still grinning at each other when the door opened. Clint looked up, expecting to see Coulson at the door, and is surprised to see a baby agent that he only vaguely recognized. “Agent Barton,” the man greeted him before looking down at Ariana. “And who is this lovely young lady?”
Clint’s eyes flicked to Coulson, who gave a slight nod. “My daughter, Ariana.”
“Well, it’s a real pleasure to meet you, Ari,” the agent said, holding out his hand.
The Avenger didn’t have a chance to react before Ariana’s foot drew back and a sharp shoe caught the agent on the shin. “That’s not my name! Only Uncle Coulson is allowed to call me that!”
Clint bit back the laugh at the offended tone his daughter had, grabbing her before she could kick again. “Ariana,” he started.
“Aren’t you going to do something with her?” the agent demanded as he tried to rub his shin and glare at Clint at the same time.
“Hey! I’ll deal with my daughter.” Clint put himself between the agent and Ariana. “Why don’t you fuck off?”
“Stiles! Barton!” Coulson snapped from inside the office. Both agents snapped to attention automatically. “Stiles, get out. Barton, get in here.”
Clint picked Ariana up, keeping himself between her and the other agent as he entered Coulson’s office. He set her back down as soon as they were past the agent and Ariana ran to Coulson, scrambling up into his lap. “Aren’t you going to do something, Sir?” the man asked.
“You’re overstepping, Stiles, and I gave you a directive,” Coulson responded mildly. “Shut the door on your way out.”
Clint eyed the man suspiciously until he was gone from the room. “Did you mention Ariana to him?” he asked Coulson.
“No. He was clearly making an expostulation from her name.” Coulson looked down at his goddaughter. “That was not an appropriate response to his using the name.”
“It’s your name, Uncle Coulson,” she insisted.
Coulson didn’t respond to that, clearly seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, and asked Clint, “Do you have a comment to this?”
“Yeah. Kick him harder next time, Button.”
