Months after Manhattan, the Avengers are starring at a comic convention. Captain America gets a shock when a familiar face appears before him.
Pairings: Steve Rogers/Phil Coulson, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Bruce Banner meets Hank Pym at the start of his first year. Clint Barton is helpful (sort of). Bruce is helpful in return (sort of). And then there is their RA, Phil Coulson.
Pairings: Bruce Banner/Hank Pym, Clint Barton/Jasper Sitwell, Steve Rogers/Phil Coulson
On a team outing to an apple orchard, Steve just wants to have a talk. He should know better than to expect privacy beneath an apple tree.
I like this song. A lot. I really like using songs/lyrics as titles for things, oh man. But anyway… AUTUMN THINGS. AW YEAH.
Bits of Philippa and Steve, from here and there and everywhere.
To say that Phil Coulson wasn’t like his brother would have been an understatement.
Steve doesn’t know what to do about Philippa.
Countlessuntruths asked for “shoulder rubs” for this meme.
Fantasies | 924 words | Phil Coulson/Steve Rogers | Mature | On AO3
There are a number of sites on the Internet that no rational person should ever frequent. But as part of his job of being the official Avengers babysitter, Phil has learned to deal with the fact that “rational” has to be left at the front door.
Still, as necessary as S.H.I.E.L.D. might believe it is to know about the online lusting habits of men and women who appear to be wannabe Avengers groupies, Phil wishes he was high enough in the S.H.I.E.L.D. hierarchy to give the job to someone else.
Preferably to Morse or Carter, who seem to develop an inability to stop laughing after they discover the details of that particularly assignment. But unfortunately for Phil, Morse and Carter are both above him in the S.H.I.E.L.D. hierarchy, and so it falls to Phil to read 57 varieties of blow jobs various strangers would like to give Captain America before Phil meets Steve for dinner.
Phil decides he will leave the Tony Stark forum for another day.
Phil considers, on his way back to Steve’s apartment, how to broach the subject of his current workplace activities. Steve knows all about the Internet, of course, because when you’re fighting Hydra tech in 1942, the Internet simply isn’t that impressive. For the most part, Steve even likes the Internet, because it lets him get caught up much more quickly than a trip to the library could.
But Steve is not Tony Stark, so Phil is certain he hasn’t been to this particular site. Because Phil is not Tony Stark, either, he searches for a tactful way to bring up the conversation during his drive home.
That plan is dropped the minute Phil enters the apartment.
He’s tired. It’s been that kind of day; it’s been that kind of week; it’s been that way since he was unfrozen, if he wants to be perfectly honest. It’s worthless, working so hard for people who don’t appreciate it, who fight against him as much as they fight against each other.
That’s not true. Steve can’t let it be. It just feels like that some bad days. Unfortunately, there are those bad days, and they might never go away.
He gets to the apartment, and Phil is already there. He takes a look at Steve’s face and takes him to the couch, sitting him down and making him lean back against the arm. He sits on the other end, putting Steve’s feet in his lap, pulling off his shoes and socks. Steve’s feet aren’t actually tired, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good when Phil rubs them. He moves his hands up to Steve’s calves, and Steve knows how this is going to go, how Phil is going to move up his entire body, all the way up until Phil’s fingers are in his hair. Phil is calm and predictable, steady and true; he’s one of the most dangerous people Steve knows, but Phil Coulson is a good man. It’s such a cliche, Phil knows Steve probably better than Steve does, always knows how to comfort him, defuse him.
Steve turns over, encouraging him, and Phil presses a kiss to his thigh. Maybe it’s not really as bad as Steve thinks; maybe he’s not going nowhere, as long as there are people like Phil who need him.
Capsicoul, Magic AU :>
“Tell me what to do, Coulson,” the young king says, his head in his hands.
“My advice to you is to marry the Lady Pepper,” the wizard tells him calmly. “It is a good match and she is a fine woman.” He coughs.
Steve looks at him in concern. “What was that for?”
“You should probably keep her from spending too much time with the knights,” he says. “If she needs an escort somewhere, you should probably do it yourself.”
Steve frowns. “I respect her more than to question her fidelity. It would be in bad faith-“
“Just trust me on this one, my liege,” Coulson tells him. “I might watch her around Sir Anthony.”
“But he’s my closest friend,” Steve says, looking wounded. “Coulson, you are my most trusted advisor, and I know of your travels through time, but surely they would not betray me.”
Coulson looks contemplative for a moment. “Have you considered getting them to marry each other?”
“I don’t think that-” Steve stops. “They would make a good couple.” He gives Coulson a bashful look. “And I fear she would make you move out.”
Coulson cards his hand through Steve’s hair. “Then play kingly matchmaker,” he says. “We will all be much better off for it.”
It’s fic that isn’t a crossover!
Peggy’s status has been Jossed, of course, by Steve’s deleted scene from the Avengers, but, of course, this is yet another one of the post movie fics where Coulson is inexplicably alive, so who cares about canon?
Just a very slight Capsicoul fic that I did not expect to be this long…