Okay, i think i'm crazy as i like to read Clint-angst fics. Does anybody know why? Oh, forget it, even i, myself don't even know. This story is different from my previous story ' everything will be alright, i promise,' (I'll update soon) and will be only be at most 3 chapters long... i think. i guess it depends. i may even end it with the next chapter.

I think that Clint and coulson pairings are just too adorable to ignore.

Please

Hushed panting echoed through the empty corridors.

Rushed footsteps only had one destination in mind.

It was in the middle of the night and except for a few patrolling agents, no one saw the slim but fit figure blurred by. Even if anyone saw the figure's face, they would think that they were dreaming.

As rarely anyone saw any emotions on Phil Coulson's face. He was always calm and controlled, even if the whole sky was collapsing; his face would not betray any emotions.

But now, fear and panic was clear in his eyes as he bit his lips. His heart was beating so fast he thought that it would just stop. His knees and ankles ached from running through the whole of the helicarrier. Not to mention that he didn't had any sleep for the last thirty hours.

The reason was simple.

Agent Clint Barton was on a mission.

The mission was simple enough. SHIELD had suspected a group of terrorists involved in illegal bomb making and had wanted Clint to observe them for only twenty two hours and to come back and report. Well, if you are so obsessed in 'making the world right', you won't even leave stop what you are doing for five minutes.

Phil had watched Clint did a mock salute and the door closed behind his back. Nick had assured him that he would be back soon, but he couldn't just ignore the worry gnawing at his heart. At least if Natasha was with him, Phil would feel better, but he can't just pull Natasha out from her own mission in China with another agent for his personal reasons.

He did the only thing he could; he listened and made sure that Clint reported in every ten minutes.

However, fate was a bitch when Clint realized that they will be denoting the bomb in half an hour.

Phil had immediately called for back-up, but it was fruitless.

"No, there isn't enough time. They are heading to their destination."

"No. Please. You can't do this. Back up is already on their way-"

"Phil. Trust me. I can lure them to the jungle. They activated the bomb already. "The slight unevenness in his breath told him that he was already in action.

"And how exactly are you going to do that?" Phil could not keep the exasperation out of his voice.

"They are travelling in trucks and if I can get to the truck with the bomb…."

"Are you serious? I am totally not assuming that they are only dispatching the truck with the bomb in it."

"Yes. There is one helicopter and at least ten trucks following."

"Barton!" Phil groaned.

"I can do it. Phil, please."

"Clint!"

"Look I really need to go, they are coming."

"Please, Clint. You still can wait for back up-"

"I can't wait for back up. And Phil, I'm in Africa. Do you know how long the fastest jet is going to take?"

"Forty minutes?"

"I only have less than twenty five minutes. I really need to go. Barton-"

"Clint!" Phil shrieked into the inter comm, the other agents were too busy dispatching the back up to notice the change of behavior in their normally composed agent.

"Phil-"

"Fine! But please… " There was a moment was silence, "Stay safe."

He could hear the smirk in his voice, "I will, Phil. Barton out."

The waiting was agonizing.

Finally, he received a response from the back up team.

"The bomb blew up! Do you hear? The bomb blew up."

"Are there survivors? Agent Barton, do you see him?" Phil barely managed to keep his voice steady.

There were sounds of coughing and rustlings. "We need to extinguish the fire first. The smoke is too thick. "

"Report your location."

"Agent Barton managed to drive into the jungle. I can't see or hear any moving vehicles. We need a firefighter team here. If not the survivors may suffocate to death."

"They are already on their way."

I don't know how long it takes to go to Africa... Heck, i didn't even go to Africa and i'm a Singaporean who only went to Malaysia over the holidays. So forgive me if i get the facts wrong. I'm also not sure how they should talk over the inter comm, so yep...

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