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dontwantmebackTitle: Sexytimes Part Forty-Two - Daniel/Clint
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis/Avengers
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Clint Barton
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 471 words
It was ridiculous to think that when there was an alien attack on New York, the SGC wouldn't hear about it.
They were the planet's foremost experts on alien life, and even though Daniel had never heard of S.H.I.E.L.D. before, he wasn't surprised that no other government agency had been included when they decided to take on the aliens. Even if the Stargate Program and all its space-worthy fighters, manned with highly trained pilots, could have been a lot of help when it came to defending the planet.
Apparently Daniel wasn't the only one who thought as much. It was months after the attack, and New York was all but completely healed, when he was sent along with a handful of other SGC representatives to meet with people from S.H.I.E.L.D., to maybe come to some sort of cooperation agreement. There was a lot they could offer one another, incredible technology and super heroes, more than a decade of experience fighting aliens and vast knowledge of what was out there in the universe.
The talks hardly went well.
Daniel ended up standing on some sort of observation deck, looking out at nothing but cloud around S.H.I.E.L.D.'s flying ship headquarters, or whatever it was. That was where he first met Agent Clint Barton. Agent Barton who was quietly friendly, and who actually agreed that what the SGC had could be of a lot of help. Who promised he'd try talking to the Director, as though his word had some sort of pull .
They didn't meet again until the ship put down, but when they did, Daniel invited him out for a drink, as a thanks, and Barton agreed. The next thing Daniel knew, they were crashing their way into his hotel room, only his for the night; he was headed back to Colorado Springs in the morning. And without even discussing a word of it, they were kissing like they were teenagers and stripping one another down impatiently.
And then Daniel's phone rang, Sam on the display, and she'd worry if he didn't answer. So he picked up and told her it wasn't a good time, asked her if he could call her back. Sam just laughed and teased him about having company.
"I do, actually. Have company," he said, trying to keep embarrassment out of his voice and out of his expression.
"Daniel Jackson," Sam giggled, "are you having a one night stand?"
"Maybe I am. So what?"
"I just never thought you were the type."
"Extenuating circumstances. I'll call you back before I leave tomorrow, okay?" He hung up on her without waiting for an answer, and Clint looked at him with a lazy sort of smirk that was entirely too attractive.
Daniel didn't feel like he needed to say anything to get right back to what they were doing.
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis/Avengers
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Clint Barton
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 471 words
It was ridiculous to think that when there was an alien attack on New York, the SGC wouldn't hear about it.
They were the planet's foremost experts on alien life, and even though Daniel had never heard of S.H.I.E.L.D. before, he wasn't surprised that no other government agency had been included when they decided to take on the aliens. Even if the Stargate Program and all its space-worthy fighters, manned with highly trained pilots, could have been a lot of help when it came to defending the planet.
Apparently Daniel wasn't the only one who thought as much. It was months after the attack, and New York was all but completely healed, when he was sent along with a handful of other SGC representatives to meet with people from S.H.I.E.L.D., to maybe come to some sort of cooperation agreement. There was a lot they could offer one another, incredible technology and super heroes, more than a decade of experience fighting aliens and vast knowledge of what was out there in the universe.
The talks hardly went well.
Daniel ended up standing on some sort of observation deck, looking out at nothing but cloud around S.H.I.E.L.D.'s flying ship headquarters, or whatever it was. That was where he first met Agent Clint Barton. Agent Barton who was quietly friendly, and who actually agreed that what the SGC had could be of a lot of help. Who promised he'd try talking to the Director, as though his word had some sort of pull .
They didn't meet again until the ship put down, but when they did, Daniel invited him out for a drink, as a thanks, and Barton agreed. The next thing Daniel knew, they were crashing their way into his hotel room, only his for the night; he was headed back to Colorado Springs in the morning. And without even discussing a word of it, they were kissing like they were teenagers and stripping one another down impatiently.
And then Daniel's phone rang, Sam on the display, and she'd worry if he didn't answer. So he picked up and told her it wasn't a good time, asked her if he could call her back. Sam just laughed and teased him about having company.
"I do, actually. Have company," he said, trying to keep embarrassment out of his voice and out of his expression.
"Daniel Jackson," Sam giggled, "are you having a one night stand?"
"Maybe I am. So what?"
"I just never thought you were the type."
"Extenuating circumstances. I'll call you back before I leave tomorrow, okay?" He hung up on her without waiting for an answer, and Clint looked at him with a lazy sort of smirk that was entirely too attractive.
Daniel didn't feel like he needed to say anything to get right back to what they were doing.