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Fic: Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye (Avengers/Glee, Clint/Kurt)
Title: Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye
Fandom: Avengers (movieverse)/Glee
Pairing: Coulson/Clint/Natasha (past), Natasha/Pepper (established), Tina/Mike(established), Steve/Tony (eventual), Clint/Kurt (eventual), Thor/Jane (established), Bruce/Darcy (established), Kurt/Blaine(past)
Rating: M
Summary: Kurt begins to use the powers he inherited from his mother and through this he often finds himself at odd with the Avengers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Avengers or Glee. Neither is my toy box and I'm merely playing. The title is a Cole Porter song, I own nothing to do with that either. You can find a version of the song here.
Warning: Spoilers for the movie. Canon compliant. Grief, mind-control. More warnings later.
A/N: A fill for this prompt on the kink meme. Based on the prompt this is supposed to be fun and flirty and it’ll get there, but there is some darkness and issues to be dealt with as well. I'm messing with timelines on this one as S3 of Glee isn't over and the movie just came out. I'm aging Kurt up to about 23. Age differences will be addressed later in the story.
A/N2: Mark is an OC based very very loosely off of Emplate. Everett Thomas I borrowed from Generation X. Agent Cythe is an OC.
Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye:
Clint leaned back in his chair as Steve opened the door to the conference room to pull Tony inside. Tony gave them all an annoyed look before he flopped down in a chair next to Bruce and poked him. Bruce slowly pulled his head out of his arms and blinked to at Tony. Tony grinned and Bruce gave him a small smile.
“You shouldn’t be this tired,” Tony teased, “All we did was show up and lose the guy.”
“Stayed up too late,” Bruce admitted with a shrug. Tony lit up with interest and Bruce laughed, “Not there yet.”
Tony shrugged, “I can still double check your work.”
Bruce gave him a smile and a nod as Fury swept into the room. Before Fury could even begin speaking Tony said in a semi-teasing tone, “Finally, we need a new liaison.”
Fury stopped mid-stride and turned to regard Tony, “No.”
Tony frowned as he pulled a breakfast bar out of his jacket pocket and pushed it towards Bruce, “I don’t like Agent Cythe.”
Fury crossed his arms as he asked, “Is there a reason besides dislike?”
Tony opened his mouth, frowned and then leaned into his chair with a glare. Clint glanced over at Natasha who just raised her eyebrows.
“Come on Tony,” Steve tried to cajole, “We’ve gone through four liaisons already and he’s actually sticking around.”
Tony fixed Steve with a sideways look as Thor walked in and took a seat.
“To be fair, from what I understand you scared three of them away,” Clint teased, “Cythe not falling for your tricks?”
Tony gave him a sideways glare and Clint gave him a teasing smirk back. Tony sank further into his chair and crossed his arms, “I don’t like him.”
“I’m going to need a better reason than that,” Fury told him.
“Tony,” Steve pushed.
Tony wrinkled his nose and turned his chair towards Steve, “You like him?”
Steve shrugged, “I don’t really know the man yet, but he’s stuck around and he’s helped out in the field so…”
Tony rolled his eyes and sank back into his chair, crossing his arms and conceded, “Fine. Steve likes him, I guess he has to stay.”
“Tony, don’t…”
Tony held up a hand to silence Steve, “I’m not arguing with you.”
Thor laughed, “If you know what his words will be than why must you demand he say them?”
Tony smirked up at Thor, “I’m ornery.”
Steve shook his head with a smile. Tony’s lips quirked into an almost smile, that stalled out as Cythe approached the door. A junior agent, Tina Cohen-Chang, trailed behind him. Clint leaned around Thor so he could see through the window. Phil had liked Tina, he’d thought she had the potential to be an excellent agent one day. Clint had taken that to mean Phil had wanted him to play a few pranks on her to keep her on her toes, only she hadn’t needed them. She’d taken everything he’d thrown at her as though it was nothing. He still thought fondly of the day they’d sparred for hours until all he could do was drop exhausted onto the couch in Phil’s office and tell Coulson that he’d been right, she was going to be amazing one day.
“But sir that’s…” Tina was saying.
Cythe turned to her, “I got all the information I need and thanked you for your help. Understood?”
Tina rocked back slightly and stared at him. Clint ignored the brief nudge Natasha gave his ribs as he took in the worry on her face as she answered, “Yes sir, understood.”
Natasha nudged him again as Tina turned to leave. Clint turned and took in the look in Natasha’s eyes and nodded. He agreed, he’d go and see just what it was Tina felt Cythe should know. The two of them looked towards Fury who merely raised his eyebrows at them. Clint smiled as he stood.
“Hey!” Tony protested, “I want out of this too.”
“Be right back,” Clint goaded as he began to move past Agent Cythe and into the hallway.
“Thank you Agent Barton, remember it’s on the left hand side of my desk,” Fury’s voice followed him.
“Yes sir!” he called back, wondering what it said about Cythe that Fury felt an excuse was needed and also knowing Fury would expect him to report anything he found.
Tina was already halfway down the hall, phone pressed to her ear. She paused and her concern was easy to hear in her voice, “Mike, why would you go to his apartment?..I know that, but we don’t know what’s going on yet and it’s better to play it safe. Are you sure he’s not home?...Okay, can you go home for me?...I’ll see you later tonight, please…I know, we’ll figure this out…No, I haven’t tried calling him yet…I will, love you.”
It been easy to walk up to her while she was talking and Clint smiled as she clicked the phone shut and looked at him before she reached over and tapped on button for the elevator.
“Trouble with the husband?” he asked as they waited.
She shook her head and sighed, “No, but the man you’re looking for is a friend and Mike decided to stop by his apartment to offer support once the ‘have you seen this dangerous mutant, please call in’ alert hit the TV.”
“I’d be concerned too,” Clint sympathized as the elevator doors opened and they stepped in.
She gave him a small smile as she tapped the button for her floor, “I think I convinced Mike to leave, but this doesn’t make any sense. Kurt, I’ve known him since high school and he was having lunch with his parents and brother before they went back to Ohio.”
“And we only found him and the man we brought in,” Clint concluded, wondering if he and the team had misread the entire situation, “But Kurt was attacking Mark, then he ran off and we couldn’t find him.”
“That’s the other part that doesn’t make sense,” Tina continued, “Kurt isn’t a mutant. Most people manifest in their teenage years in a stressful situation and a lot of high school was hell for him so he would’ve already manifested. He’d have said something.”
Clint frowned, questions and possibilities running through him. What had the team responded to in that restaurant? More importantly where had the people who’d been there gone and how were they going to get them back?
“What did he do?” Tina asked as the elevator door opened. Clint was tempted to shut the door, question her further, but that was Cythe’s job.
“How was the interview?” Clint plowed forward as he stepped onto her floor and glared down the junior agents who looked up curiously from their cubicles.
Tina shrugged as he followed her to her space. She glanced up at him, concern on her face. Clint hopped up on her desk and poked her. He was about to tease her into giving him the answer when a picture on her desk caught his eye. It was her, her husband and Kurt, caught in a moment of laughter. She might be too close to the situation. She might have valuable information. She…
The doors to the elevator blew open. It drowned out the question Tina had started to ask him. They both dived behind her desk, guns out as they cautiously took in that Kurt was standing where the elevator doors used to be.
Tina swore. Clint almost did when several junior agents shot at Kurt. The bullets quickly absorbed into a green bubble that surrounded Kurt. Several more rounds were fired, but Kurt ignored them as he stepped forward.
Clint barely spared Everett Thomas, another junior agent, a glance as he joined them by moving into the cubicle across from them.
“Idiots,” Tina commented as several of her co-workers continued to waste bullets trying to take Kurt out.
“Definition of insanity,” Clint offered.
Everett quirked a smile as Tina snorted.
“Hold your fire,” Clint tried, relieved when the pointless shooting stopped. Then he spared Everett a glance, “Thomas, can you tell what his powers are?”
Everett was one of the few mutants that worked for SHIELD and though Clint hadn’t gotten to work with him directly he knew that Everett could ‘synch’ up with another superpowered person and then use their powers. Everett closed his eyes and seemed to concentrate for a moment then frowned before he opened his eyes and shook his head as he muttered, “Huh.”
“Ev?” Tina questioned.
“He’s not a mutant,” Everett told them, “And he’s blocked me. No one’s ever blocked me before.”
Clint immediately radioed their location to Fury as Tina called out, “Kurt, what are you doing?”
Kurt stopped in front of them and winced at Tina’s suddenly raised voice. She stood and faced him with a strong look of disapproval, which swiftly dissolved into concern. Clint flanked Tina, gun still out, even though he thought it was useless and even though he felt concern as well. He didn’t react as Everett flanked Tina’s other side, instead he focused on the young man before them. Kurt’s eyes were wide and blank. He held himself rigidly even though an occasional tremor ran through him.
“Kurt,” Tina asked, “What happened? I haven’t seen you look this lost since…”
“You can say it,” Kurt prodded when Tina trailed off, his voice thick with grief, “It’s been over a year and half.”
Tina wet her lips, then shook her head.
“He took them,” Kurt told her, voice cracking, “I was going to find him and then I realized you were here. Guess your job isn’t as boring as you say.”
“Why explode the door?” Tina asked.
“I…” Kurt frowned then turned to take in the elevator. Clint reached out and touched the barrier surrounding Kurt, took in the way it pushed him back. Kurt turned back. His eyes landed on Clint, before he glanced towards the door he’d destroyed again. In a confused voice he told her, “I don’t know.”
“Can you stand down?” Tina questioned in a soothing tone as she stepped closer.
Kurt tilted his head, took her in, then told her, voice distant once again, “I have to get them back.”
“Okay,” Tina agreed, “but you need to cooperate. Can you tell me what happened?”
Everett gave Clint a concerned look and Clint gave him a stern look. If Tina could get Kurt talking, then they might learn what Kurt’s side of the story was, while waiting for back-up.
“I need to find him,” Kurt reiterated.
“You need to tell me what happened,” Tina pushed.
Kurt shook his head.
“Kurt,” Tina told him sternly.
“He…I…My parents, Finn and I went to the restaurant. Mark was there. He said I felt different and that he wanted to see what I could do. He made them disappear. All of them. Just gone. My dad. Carole. Finn. All those people. I tried to get him to stop, but he said he wouldn’t unless I showed him. And then…when I did…he just kept going,” Kurt closed his eyes tightly at his last words.
Tina glanced at him and Clint nodded at her to keep going. Kurt was already responding to her, it was better to keep her talking to him. He waved back the rest of the curious junior agents as Tina stepped forward.
“Don’t,” Ev warned, but it was too late, the green bubble surrounding Tina as Kurt wrapped his arms around her.
Tina held Kurt close, “What happened next?”
Kurt stilled, stepped back from her.
“Kurt?” Tina questioned.
“I’m scaring you,” Kurt frowned.
“I’m worried about you,” Tina pushed.
Kurt shook his head slowly, “Your emotions are all tangled.”
Tina closed the distance between the two of them, “What happened next?”
“I can get them back,” Kurt told her, “They’re not completely gone yet. I just need to find him.”
Tina shook her head, “Kurt, you need to stand down. Let us talk to you.”
“We’re talking now,” Kurt pointed out.
Before Tina could respond an alarm sounded and Darcy’s voice came over the communications systems, “Emergency medical station C section 3. Emergency medical station C se…”
Darcy stopped and swore. Another person laughing behind her swearing made Clint want to drop the emergency in front of him and head down to medical. He needed to see what Mark was doing and it needed to be stopped.
Chapter: [1]
Fandom: Avengers (movieverse)/Glee
Pairing: Coulson/Clint/Natasha (past), Natasha/Pepper (established), Tina/Mike(established), Steve/Tony (eventual), Clint/Kurt (eventual), Thor/Jane (established), Bruce/Darcy (established), Kurt/Blaine(past)
Rating: M
Summary: Kurt begins to use the powers he inherited from his mother and through this he often finds himself at odd with the Avengers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Avengers or Glee. Neither is my toy box and I'm merely playing. The title is a Cole Porter song, I own nothing to do with that either. You can find a version of the song here.
Warning: Spoilers for the movie. Canon compliant. Grief, mind-control. More warnings later.
A/N: A fill for this prompt on the kink meme. Based on the prompt this is supposed to be fun and flirty and it’ll get there, but there is some darkness and issues to be dealt with as well. I'm messing with timelines on this one as S3 of Glee isn't over and the movie just came out. I'm aging Kurt up to about 23. Age differences will be addressed later in the story.
A/N2: Mark is an OC based very very loosely off of Emplate. Everett Thomas I borrowed from Generation X. Agent Cythe is an OC.
Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye:
Clint leaned back in his chair as Steve opened the door to the conference room to pull Tony inside. Tony gave them all an annoyed look before he flopped down in a chair next to Bruce and poked him. Bruce slowly pulled his head out of his arms and blinked to at Tony. Tony grinned and Bruce gave him a small smile.
“You shouldn’t be this tired,” Tony teased, “All we did was show up and lose the guy.”
“Stayed up too late,” Bruce admitted with a shrug. Tony lit up with interest and Bruce laughed, “Not there yet.”
Tony shrugged, “I can still double check your work.”
Bruce gave him a smile and a nod as Fury swept into the room. Before Fury could even begin speaking Tony said in a semi-teasing tone, “Finally, we need a new liaison.”
Fury stopped mid-stride and turned to regard Tony, “No.”
Tony frowned as he pulled a breakfast bar out of his jacket pocket and pushed it towards Bruce, “I don’t like Agent Cythe.”
Fury crossed his arms as he asked, “Is there a reason besides dislike?”
Tony opened his mouth, frowned and then leaned into his chair with a glare. Clint glanced over at Natasha who just raised her eyebrows.
“Come on Tony,” Steve tried to cajole, “We’ve gone through four liaisons already and he’s actually sticking around.”
Tony fixed Steve with a sideways look as Thor walked in and took a seat.
“To be fair, from what I understand you scared three of them away,” Clint teased, “Cythe not falling for your tricks?”
Tony gave him a sideways glare and Clint gave him a teasing smirk back. Tony sank further into his chair and crossed his arms, “I don’t like him.”
“I’m going to need a better reason than that,” Fury told him.
“Tony,” Steve pushed.
Tony wrinkled his nose and turned his chair towards Steve, “You like him?”
Steve shrugged, “I don’t really know the man yet, but he’s stuck around and he’s helped out in the field so…”
Tony rolled his eyes and sank back into his chair, crossing his arms and conceded, “Fine. Steve likes him, I guess he has to stay.”
“Tony, don’t…”
Tony held up a hand to silence Steve, “I’m not arguing with you.”
Thor laughed, “If you know what his words will be than why must you demand he say them?”
Tony smirked up at Thor, “I’m ornery.”
Steve shook his head with a smile. Tony’s lips quirked into an almost smile, that stalled out as Cythe approached the door. A junior agent, Tina Cohen-Chang, trailed behind him. Clint leaned around Thor so he could see through the window. Phil had liked Tina, he’d thought she had the potential to be an excellent agent one day. Clint had taken that to mean Phil had wanted him to play a few pranks on her to keep her on her toes, only she hadn’t needed them. She’d taken everything he’d thrown at her as though it was nothing. He still thought fondly of the day they’d sparred for hours until all he could do was drop exhausted onto the couch in Phil’s office and tell Coulson that he’d been right, she was going to be amazing one day.
“But sir that’s…” Tina was saying.
Cythe turned to her, “I got all the information I need and thanked you for your help. Understood?”
Tina rocked back slightly and stared at him. Clint ignored the brief nudge Natasha gave his ribs as he took in the worry on her face as she answered, “Yes sir, understood.”
Natasha nudged him again as Tina turned to leave. Clint turned and took in the look in Natasha’s eyes and nodded. He agreed, he’d go and see just what it was Tina felt Cythe should know. The two of them looked towards Fury who merely raised his eyebrows at them. Clint smiled as he stood.
“Hey!” Tony protested, “I want out of this too.”
“Be right back,” Clint goaded as he began to move past Agent Cythe and into the hallway.
“Thank you Agent Barton, remember it’s on the left hand side of my desk,” Fury’s voice followed him.
“Yes sir!” he called back, wondering what it said about Cythe that Fury felt an excuse was needed and also knowing Fury would expect him to report anything he found.
Tina was already halfway down the hall, phone pressed to her ear. She paused and her concern was easy to hear in her voice, “Mike, why would you go to his apartment?..I know that, but we don’t know what’s going on yet and it’s better to play it safe. Are you sure he’s not home?...Okay, can you go home for me?...I’ll see you later tonight, please…I know, we’ll figure this out…No, I haven’t tried calling him yet…I will, love you.”
It been easy to walk up to her while she was talking and Clint smiled as she clicked the phone shut and looked at him before she reached over and tapped on button for the elevator.
“Trouble with the husband?” he asked as they waited.
She shook her head and sighed, “No, but the man you’re looking for is a friend and Mike decided to stop by his apartment to offer support once the ‘have you seen this dangerous mutant, please call in’ alert hit the TV.”
“I’d be concerned too,” Clint sympathized as the elevator doors opened and they stepped in.
She gave him a small smile as she tapped the button for her floor, “I think I convinced Mike to leave, but this doesn’t make any sense. Kurt, I’ve known him since high school and he was having lunch with his parents and brother before they went back to Ohio.”
“And we only found him and the man we brought in,” Clint concluded, wondering if he and the team had misread the entire situation, “But Kurt was attacking Mark, then he ran off and we couldn’t find him.”
“That’s the other part that doesn’t make sense,” Tina continued, “Kurt isn’t a mutant. Most people manifest in their teenage years in a stressful situation and a lot of high school was hell for him so he would’ve already manifested. He’d have said something.”
Clint frowned, questions and possibilities running through him. What had the team responded to in that restaurant? More importantly where had the people who’d been there gone and how were they going to get them back?
“What did he do?” Tina asked as the elevator door opened. Clint was tempted to shut the door, question her further, but that was Cythe’s job.
“How was the interview?” Clint plowed forward as he stepped onto her floor and glared down the junior agents who looked up curiously from their cubicles.
Tina shrugged as he followed her to her space. She glanced up at him, concern on her face. Clint hopped up on her desk and poked her. He was about to tease her into giving him the answer when a picture on her desk caught his eye. It was her, her husband and Kurt, caught in a moment of laughter. She might be too close to the situation. She might have valuable information. She…
The doors to the elevator blew open. It drowned out the question Tina had started to ask him. They both dived behind her desk, guns out as they cautiously took in that Kurt was standing where the elevator doors used to be.
Tina swore. Clint almost did when several junior agents shot at Kurt. The bullets quickly absorbed into a green bubble that surrounded Kurt. Several more rounds were fired, but Kurt ignored them as he stepped forward.
Clint barely spared Everett Thomas, another junior agent, a glance as he joined them by moving into the cubicle across from them.
“Idiots,” Tina commented as several of her co-workers continued to waste bullets trying to take Kurt out.
“Definition of insanity,” Clint offered.
Everett quirked a smile as Tina snorted.
“Hold your fire,” Clint tried, relieved when the pointless shooting stopped. Then he spared Everett a glance, “Thomas, can you tell what his powers are?”
Everett was one of the few mutants that worked for SHIELD and though Clint hadn’t gotten to work with him directly he knew that Everett could ‘synch’ up with another superpowered person and then use their powers. Everett closed his eyes and seemed to concentrate for a moment then frowned before he opened his eyes and shook his head as he muttered, “Huh.”
“Ev?” Tina questioned.
“He’s not a mutant,” Everett told them, “And he’s blocked me. No one’s ever blocked me before.”
Clint immediately radioed their location to Fury as Tina called out, “Kurt, what are you doing?”
Kurt stopped in front of them and winced at Tina’s suddenly raised voice. She stood and faced him with a strong look of disapproval, which swiftly dissolved into concern. Clint flanked Tina, gun still out, even though he thought it was useless and even though he felt concern as well. He didn’t react as Everett flanked Tina’s other side, instead he focused on the young man before them. Kurt’s eyes were wide and blank. He held himself rigidly even though an occasional tremor ran through him.
“Kurt,” Tina asked, “What happened? I haven’t seen you look this lost since…”
“You can say it,” Kurt prodded when Tina trailed off, his voice thick with grief, “It’s been over a year and half.”
Tina wet her lips, then shook her head.
“He took them,” Kurt told her, voice cracking, “I was going to find him and then I realized you were here. Guess your job isn’t as boring as you say.”
“Why explode the door?” Tina asked.
“I…” Kurt frowned then turned to take in the elevator. Clint reached out and touched the barrier surrounding Kurt, took in the way it pushed him back. Kurt turned back. His eyes landed on Clint, before he glanced towards the door he’d destroyed again. In a confused voice he told her, “I don’t know.”
“Can you stand down?” Tina questioned in a soothing tone as she stepped closer.
Kurt tilted his head, took her in, then told her, voice distant once again, “I have to get them back.”
“Okay,” Tina agreed, “but you need to cooperate. Can you tell me what happened?”
Everett gave Clint a concerned look and Clint gave him a stern look. If Tina could get Kurt talking, then they might learn what Kurt’s side of the story was, while waiting for back-up.
“I need to find him,” Kurt reiterated.
“You need to tell me what happened,” Tina pushed.
Kurt shook his head.
“Kurt,” Tina told him sternly.
“He…I…My parents, Finn and I went to the restaurant. Mark was there. He said I felt different and that he wanted to see what I could do. He made them disappear. All of them. Just gone. My dad. Carole. Finn. All those people. I tried to get him to stop, but he said he wouldn’t unless I showed him. And then…when I did…he just kept going,” Kurt closed his eyes tightly at his last words.
Tina glanced at him and Clint nodded at her to keep going. Kurt was already responding to her, it was better to keep her talking to him. He waved back the rest of the curious junior agents as Tina stepped forward.
“Don’t,” Ev warned, but it was too late, the green bubble surrounding Tina as Kurt wrapped his arms around her.
Tina held Kurt close, “What happened next?”
Kurt stilled, stepped back from her.
“Kurt?” Tina questioned.
“I’m scaring you,” Kurt frowned.
“I’m worried about you,” Tina pushed.
Kurt shook his head slowly, “Your emotions are all tangled.”
Tina closed the distance between the two of them, “What happened next?”
“I can get them back,” Kurt told her, “They’re not completely gone yet. I just need to find him.”
Tina shook her head, “Kurt, you need to stand down. Let us talk to you.”
“We’re talking now,” Kurt pointed out.
Before Tina could respond an alarm sounded and Darcy’s voice came over the communications systems, “Emergency medical station C section 3. Emergency medical station C se…”
Darcy stopped and swore. Another person laughing behind her swearing made Clint want to drop the emergency in front of him and head down to medical. He needed to see what Mark was doing and it needed to be stopped.
Chapter: [1]