FIC Tagged and Tracked
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shanachie_quillTitle: Tagged and Tracked
Characters: Phil Coulson, Clint Barton, mentions of Ariana Barton, Natasha Romanov
Fandom: The Avengers (2012)
Series: Assassin Baby
Written For: whogeek, chrismouse
Prompt: GPS’ed Ariana
Summary: Coulson likes to keep track of his assets and people he cares about, but he didn’t think about how some of them might react when they found out who he chipped.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nothing major
Warnings: Clint over-reacts, Coulson is over-protective
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this.
Author's Note: So this is an Ariana story, despite Ariana not actually appearing in it. Hope you enjoy seeing how the adults feel about her. And what they’re willing to do to keep her safe.
Two years after the Attempted Chitauri Invasion
Coulson looked up at the light knock against his open door. “Yes, Barton?”
Clint held up a jump drive. “You wanted the range reports? And Natasha is…” He grinned. “Well, it’s Natasha. I hope you weren’t expecting much from the junior agents.”
“It does them good to not always win the fight,” Coulson responded. He took the drive from Clint, glancing at the screen next to him. “Is Ari with her?”
Shrugging, Clint dropped into the chair in front of the desk. “Probably. She’s not allowed in the range with me when there are guns.”
Coulson raised an eyebrow at that. “I’m glad to know you draw the line somewhere.”
“Hey, she’s my kid. She’s already pretty good with a bow.”
“And there are so many things wrong with that statement, Barton. Still firearms at age six is probably a bit early.”
Clint grinned. “Just a bit. She’s getting really good with her bow though. You should come watch some day.”
“Maybe I will. Is there anything else?”
“No. Not really. But if I go down to the gym, Natasha will use it as an excuse to beat on my ass,” Clint replied.
“That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” Coulson pointed out, glancing at the screen again.
“No, but it’s rather embarrassing in front of my daughter,” Clint said. He frowned. “Why are there eight locations on your tracker? Did you finally get Stark to agree to a GPS?”
“No. It’s someone else,” Coulson replied, looking up from the data he was reading. “I’ll get you a copy of the tracking data if you want.”
“Why would I want a copy of… You. You GPS’ed my daughter?!”
“And one day it might help us find her when we need to.”
“You. GPS’ed. My. Kid.”
“Do you really want to argue about it?”
“You put something inside my kid that lets you find her! Coulson, we are going to have words!”
“And they will be ‘thank you, Coulson, I’m glad we can find my little girl when she’s missing’, right? And I actually put it inside the necklace she wears. I wouldn’t chip her without consulting you and Natasha.”
“Why would you do something like that?”
“Because I care about my goddaughter and would like to actually be able to find her if someone decides that she’d make an easy target. What part are you actually objecting to?”
“The part where you didn’t talk to me first,” Clint muttered.
“She has a panic button, too. Just like Ms. Potts, Dr. Foster, and Ms. Lewis. And she knows not to press it unless she’s actually in danger.”
Clint leaned back in his seat, staring at Coulson for a minute. “I’m glad she has it,” the archer said finally. “But I wish you had told me. I don’t like someone tracking my little girl without me knowing.”
“Barton, I assumed if I told you, you’d have this exact reaction and the last thing I needed was you having this reaction in public. Ariana is not in danger by my tracking her. No one other than me has access to her data. If you’d like me to make it available to you and Natasha, I will.”
“Yeah. Yes. Definitely.” Clint nodded. “And don’t chip her without telling me.”
“I wouldn’t. Clint, I only did it because I cared about her.”
“I know. But you could have made her more of a target by putting the tracer in her necklace.”
“You honestly think I would put her in danger?”
Clint took a deep breath, trying to work past the idea that one of the only two people he trusted without reservation had done something that seemed like a betrayal. “No,” he said quietly. “I don’t. I know you’d never put Ariana in danger. That’s why we wanted you to be her godfather.”
“You are correct though,” Coulson admitted. “I should have told you what I was doing. I definitely wouldn’t implant something in her without talking to you and Natasha though.”
“Good. Glad to hear that.” Clint got to his feet. “And you get to tell Natasha that you put a tracker on Button. I’ll just send her up.”
“Barton, you can be a cruel man when you want to be.”
“Absolutely, sir.” Clint grinned as he left the office. “Absolutely.”
Characters: Phil Coulson, Clint Barton, mentions of Ariana Barton, Natasha Romanov
Fandom: The Avengers (2012)
Series: Assassin Baby
Written For: whogeek, chrismouse
Prompt: GPS’ed Ariana
Summary: Coulson likes to keep track of his assets and people he cares about, but he didn’t think about how some of them might react when they found out who he chipped.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nothing major
Warnings: Clint over-reacts, Coulson is over-protective
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this.
Author's Note: So this is an Ariana story, despite Ariana not actually appearing in it. Hope you enjoy seeing how the adults feel about her. And what they’re willing to do to keep her safe.
Two years after the Attempted Chitauri Invasion
Coulson looked up at the light knock against his open door. “Yes, Barton?”
Clint held up a jump drive. “You wanted the range reports? And Natasha is…” He grinned. “Well, it’s Natasha. I hope you weren’t expecting much from the junior agents.”
“It does them good to not always win the fight,” Coulson responded. He took the drive from Clint, glancing at the screen next to him. “Is Ari with her?”
Shrugging, Clint dropped into the chair in front of the desk. “Probably. She’s not allowed in the range with me when there are guns.”
Coulson raised an eyebrow at that. “I’m glad to know you draw the line somewhere.”
“Hey, she’s my kid. She’s already pretty good with a bow.”
“And there are so many things wrong with that statement, Barton. Still firearms at age six is probably a bit early.”
Clint grinned. “Just a bit. She’s getting really good with her bow though. You should come watch some day.”
“Maybe I will. Is there anything else?”
“No. Not really. But if I go down to the gym, Natasha will use it as an excuse to beat on my ass,” Clint replied.
“That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” Coulson pointed out, glancing at the screen again.
“No, but it’s rather embarrassing in front of my daughter,” Clint said. He frowned. “Why are there eight locations on your tracker? Did you finally get Stark to agree to a GPS?”
“No. It’s someone else,” Coulson replied, looking up from the data he was reading. “I’ll get you a copy of the tracking data if you want.”
“Why would I want a copy of… You. You GPS’ed my daughter?!”
“And one day it might help us find her when we need to.”
“You. GPS’ed. My. Kid.”
“Do you really want to argue about it?”
“You put something inside my kid that lets you find her! Coulson, we are going to have words!”
“And they will be ‘thank you, Coulson, I’m glad we can find my little girl when she’s missing’, right? And I actually put it inside the necklace she wears. I wouldn’t chip her without consulting you and Natasha.”
“Why would you do something like that?”
“Because I care about my goddaughter and would like to actually be able to find her if someone decides that she’d make an easy target. What part are you actually objecting to?”
“The part where you didn’t talk to me first,” Clint muttered.
“She has a panic button, too. Just like Ms. Potts, Dr. Foster, and Ms. Lewis. And she knows not to press it unless she’s actually in danger.”
Clint leaned back in his seat, staring at Coulson for a minute. “I’m glad she has it,” the archer said finally. “But I wish you had told me. I don’t like someone tracking my little girl without me knowing.”
“Barton, I assumed if I told you, you’d have this exact reaction and the last thing I needed was you having this reaction in public. Ariana is not in danger by my tracking her. No one other than me has access to her data. If you’d like me to make it available to you and Natasha, I will.”
“Yeah. Yes. Definitely.” Clint nodded. “And don’t chip her without telling me.”
“I wouldn’t. Clint, I only did it because I cared about her.”
“I know. But you could have made her more of a target by putting the tracer in her necklace.”
“You honestly think I would put her in danger?”
Clint took a deep breath, trying to work past the idea that one of the only two people he trusted without reservation had done something that seemed like a betrayal. “No,” he said quietly. “I don’t. I know you’d never put Ariana in danger. That’s why we wanted you to be her godfather.”
“You are correct though,” Coulson admitted. “I should have told you what I was doing. I definitely wouldn’t implant something in her without talking to you and Natasha though.”
“Good. Glad to hear that.” Clint got to his feet. “And you get to tell Natasha that you put a tracker on Button. I’ll just send her up.”
“Barton, you can be a cruel man when you want to be.”
“Absolutely, sir.” Clint grinned as he left the office. “Absolutely.”
