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“Fuck you and your cult membership!” Were yelled by a blond archer as he ran through the backstreets of some town in the US. They meant something to the man chasing him. That man was his soulmate, Phil Coulson, who stumbled before gaining a burst of speed to catch up with him.
Phil Coulson was an Agent of SHIELD and had the best intake rate of any level 5 member currently. Who had been sent on a mission to assess whether or not the man that was being called Hawkeye could be an asset. Now he had another reason to want to bring Hawkeye in, they were soulmates. Phil’s thoughts as he ran repeated only one thing, ‘I should have known that my soulmate would be someone I had to bring in. Seeing as they did refer to what I did as a cult.’
The archer jumped to grab the next fire escape and started up. He was like a damned monkey. Phil followed and made it to the roof just after him. Pulling his gun once he got onto his feet on the roof he aimed at his soulmate’s lower leg and pulled the trigger. The bullet went through the meat of his thigh and he went down.
What Phil hadn’t planned for was that his soulmate pitched forward at the sudden pain and off the rooftop. “Fuck.” Phil holstered his weapon as he ran over to the edge of the building. He looked over the edge hoping that he’d not just killed his soulmate. He saw the archer twitch in the dumpster that he’d landed in and sighed.
Phil made his way down the building as quickly as he thought he could safely do it. Phil took note of the hearing aids in Hawkeye’s ears as he leaned over the dumpster. Hopefully, the fall hadn’t damaged those or given Hawkeye a concussion. He leaned into the dumpster and cuffed the man’s wrists together before trying to hall him out of the dumpster. As he got him over the edge Hawkeye started to struggle.
“You know I don’t know what I expected from my soulmate, but seeing as I spoke to you first I guess that you already knew that?” Phil placed the man on the ground next to the dumpster.
He seemed to deflate. “I was hoping that feeling was wrong,” he muttered.
“You knew?”
The man shrugged. Phil kneeled down and pulled out the small medical kit that he carried. “Can you at least tell me your name?” Phil started to loosely bandge the bullet hole.
“Clint Barton.”
Phil nodded and finished wrapping the injury. “Phil Coulson. It’s nice to meet my soulmate.” Phil holds out his hand. Clint takes it and shakes it. The cuffs make that handshake awkward, but the bolt of electricity that felt like it went through the two of them marked the bond as accepted.
“Can you take off the cuffs? I’m not going to run again.” Clint asked, shaking his hands up and down making the cuffs rattle. Phil nodded and reached for his keys and unlocked the cuffs. He helped Clint off the floor and Clint grabbed the bow and tossed his arm over Phil’s shoulder. They walked off to Phil’s extraction point talking about SHIELD.