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 Hitch A Ride On The Back of a Butterfly by[personal profile] torakowalski.  Explicit, Rule 63!Coulson/Clint, 29,000+ words, Rule 63 AU (slightly kidfic).  Also contains background Teddy Altman/Billy Kaplan and Pepper/Tony.  Brilliant examination of how the events of the film would've gone down differently if Phil was Phillippa, and Clint and Phil had a child to consider when taking on assignments.  I don't really want to spoil it, but you should go read it.  As soon as you have time to sit down and read the thing in one go.   No really, I don't recommend reading this piecemeal.  I was on the edge of my seat and would have had an aneurysm if I needed to stop partway through.  Also, Billy the babysitter is the best shit ever.

"You're supposed to be in the ice," Stephanie tells him.  "How did you get out?"

"Stephie," Clint says, before Phil can, but Rogers shakes his head.

"The people your mom and dad work for got me out," he says, easily enough.

Stephanie considers that for a minute then smiles.  "Tony's making me a robot," she says, "come see."

She finally lets go of Clint and holds out her hand for Rogers, who takes it after a quick look at Phil.

"Aww," Stark says.  "Isn't that nice.  Steve and Stephie."  He stops, hands hovering over the tiny robot.  "Wait.  Steve.  Stephie.  Stephanie.  Steven.  Coulson, did you name your kid after Captain America?"

Phil shrugs and refuses to blush, so Stark turns his attention to Clint.  "Barton, you let her name your kid after Captain America?"

Clint shrugs in pretty much the same way that Phil did.  She thinks he might have taught her that move, come to think of it.  "What's wrong with that?" he asks.  "If she'd wanted to call her Antonia, then we might of had a problem."

Stark claps a hand over his heart.  "I'm wounded.  Relieved to see you can crack a joke, but wounded."

On the floor with Stephanie, Rogers is blushing, but he's looking at her and smiling, too.  "I'm honoured," he says quietly.

Phil doesn't entirely know what to say for a moment.  When she named Stephanie, she never in her wildest dreams imagined getting to tell Captain America about it.

Clint nudges her.  "Our lives are weird," he whispers.  "Also, you've got stars in your eyes."

"Shut up, I do not," Phil s, but she knows she does.

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 Coulson's Eleven by [personal profile] copperbadge/[personal profile] sam_storyteller.  Teen and Up, Gen Epic, 32,000+ words, Tony/Pepper.  Canon-Divergence AU.  Everything Sam writes is magic, but this is a new favorite.  An AU where SHIELD doesn't trust superheroes and thus keeps them prisoners on the Helicarrier.  The MCU timeline diverges post-Vanko, and it's an intriguing look at a world without superheroes to protect us, but also one in which they aren't attracting trouble.  I'll avoid spoilers and just say: read it, preferably in one sitting.

They both startled when the overhead speakers, rarely used and very annoying, crackled to life.

"I think I can help you out," a voice said.

"Shit, we're made," Tony said, closing down the monitors.

"You're not made, Stark," the voice said.  "We've been watching.  We're on your side."

"Who is we?"

"Tell you later, you haven't got much private time left.  The virus in Ms. Potts is already neutralized.  She says hi."

Tony gaped at the ceiling.

"Figure out what you need from us.  You'll be hearing from me," the voice added.

"Hey, voice from the sky!  What do I call you?" Tony demanded.

There was a staticky chuckle.  "Call me Clint.  Catch you tomorrow, gentlemen."


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