smegolas asked: Would it be cheating to ask for more Evil!Phil and Captured!Clint (with or without appearance from StockholmSyndrome!Steve)?
Well, I’m just kinda writing tiny things, but sure!
TWO YEARS ON FROM THE CAPTURE!
(TW for stockholm syndrome, slavery, non-con, threesome, general fucked uppedness, evil!Phil, mentions of abuse… yikes)
They have the days to themselves mainly - Clint works out for three or four hours (Steve helps him occasionally, though Clint’s good at keeping time for himself now) whilst Steve cleans, washes clothes, writes shopping lists. They usually spend the afternoon absorbed in their own activities - Steve painting and drawing, Clint reading. He has a bow now, though it’s locked away in a glass display cabinet unless Coulson decides to let him play with it. The glass isn’t even toughened - it’d be easy enough to smash through, but that’s the point. Clint wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing now. Even if he did, the only arrows he has are useless rubber tipped things and besides, he doesn’t really remember why he wanted to hurt Coulson anyway, these days.
When it’s 5pm, they shower - together since it’s easier to prep one another than to do it alone. Steve’s gentleness had been annoying at first, then heartbreaking when Clint realised just how far under Coulson’s spell he was, and now it’s one of the best parts of Clint’s day. Steve’s big, soft hands washing him clean, soft lips kissing him gently, reverently. Coulson loves Clint so therefore Steve loves him. Every week they wax each other, just a few stray hairs here and there. Clint hated that at first too, but now he’s used to it. He likes how clean it makes him feel. He likes that Coulson likes it.
They dress in the little porny jockstrap things that Coulson likes, where their own dicks are tucked away yet their assholes are exposed for whatever he might decide to do with them. Clint’s are purple and he likes them.
Steve’s good at staying where he’s meant to be - keeling by the door on a cushion til Coulson arrives. Clint tries, but the inertia puts him in mind of all those times he was on roofs, long ago in a different life. He’s not sure anymore if it makes him uncomfortable to think on those days because he misses them or because they made Coulson’s life so hard. Either way, he tends to be reading when there’s the sound of a key in the door, and he usually has to scurry back to his spot beside Steve.
Coulson knows, of course, but he seems to like that Clint’s still a little wilful. He says so when he’s giving them their monthly canings, chastising Clint for being so naughty, like a little boy that can’t help but be bad. Clint always agrees, tells him that he wants to be good, that he’s trying as hard as he can, and Coulson soothes his hands over Clint’s burning skin and says he knows, and that Clint’s a good boy underneath it all. It makes Clint blaze with shame and pleasure all at once. Coulson calling him a good boy is even better than getting his hands on the bow.
"Good evening, Sir," they chime in unison right after Coulson drops his keys in the bowl by the front door.
"Hello boys," he murmurs, looking through the sheaf of mail in his hand. He seems a little distracted and grumpy, and Clint wonders if he’s the sort of grumpy that means he’ll want to take it out on them or if he’s just tired-grumpy, which’ll mean he’ll want to have them suck him off whilst he watches TV. Clint’s relieved either way, because Coulson’s been coming home angry a lot recently, which is bad news for him and Steve.
"Bedroom," he says once he’s put the pile of mail in the office, heading that way with Clint and Steve swiftly following.