Make the Difficult Call and Don't Live to Regret It

“Sir,” Coulson started and Nick stared at him until he changed his mind about what he was going to say. “Sir, I think he would make a good operative.”The boy's eyes flickered to him without moving his head again.“Excuse me?” Nick asked, voice calm.

So ages and ages and ages ago, I read a post about racism in fandom, and one line that stuck with me was that there was just about as much evidence in the first Avenger movie to ship Fury and Clint as Clint and Coulson and I sorta went huh okay. Which means this fic has been in the pipeline for like 3 or 4 years now. This is a prologue simply because I really liked the way it stood on it's own and didn't want to add more to it without a chapter break of some kind.