Comic booking it

[from_a_distance]

Clint was not one to frequent comic shops. In fact, he usually stayed as far away from them as possible--not because, like the other Avengers, he was afraid he might be recognized, but because he was pretty certain he wouldn't be, and that got a little old after a while.

But Coulson had been moping because he couldn't get in to get his Captain America comics for a couple months, and Clint didn't like to see Coulson moping, so he decided to stop by and pick them up for the agent. He'd probably just drop them on his desk when Coulson wasn't around, but at least he knew it would make the man smile.

Comments

[sonofcoul]

"That is some excellent strategizing."

[from_a_distance]

"What'd I say? Pretty smart. Okay, TV room then, maybe? Training room?"

[mediumdrip]

"TV room then training, I think?" If he gives himself the training room to look forward to he won't want to stay in the TV room.

[sonofcoul]

Coulson nods. "I can go ahead and clean up the bowls, and let you guys get a head start."

[from_a_distance]

"You sure? Seems like you're always cleaning up my messes."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine frowns a bit. "That doesn't seem like a lot of fun for you. We could share the work?"

[sonofcoul]

"It shouldn't take very long. I mean, you can help if you really want, but it's no trouble."

[from_a_distance]

"What do you think, kiddo? Stay or go. It's up to you."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine presses his lips together in thought. "I guess we can go?"

[sonofcoul]

He nods. "Don't worry. I'll catch up soon."

[from_a_distance]

Clint nods as well, smiling at Coulson. "Thanks, sir," he says as he steers Blaine back toward the elevator.

[mediumdrip]

"Thank you," Blaine says as they leave. When he and Clint are alone in the elevator. "I like him. He's neat." Though he means it in the sense of 'he's clean,' it also works for slang to say he's cool.

[from_a_distance]

Clint smiles as he pushes the button that will take them to the TV room. "Yeah, he is pretty neat."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine stays close to him. "Thank you for the ice cream."

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah, of course. You can have ice cream any time. Well, I mean, not just any time. You have to eat real food too. But you can have ice cream pretty often."

[mediumdrip]

"Having it all of the time would be bad though," he said. "Wouldn't I get sick?"

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah, you would. That's why I said you gotta eat real food too."

[mediumdrip]

"I like real food too," Blaine reassures Clint. "Umm... am I going to live here?"

[from_a_distance]

"If you decide you want to, yeah," Clint says with a smile. "That's what this weekend is for. It's like...a test run to make sure you'd be happy here."

[mediumdrip]

"Why?"

[from_a_distance]

"Why here or why should we make sure you're happy?"

[mediumdrip]

"I mean why can't I go back home?"

[sonofcoul]

And Coulson enters the room, having cleaned and put away the bowls. He remains silent, though, not wanting to interrupt.

[from_a_distance]

Clint sighs softly and moves over to sit on the couch, motioning for Blaine to come and sit next to him. "Well, remember how we talked about how what your dad did to you was not okay? You can't go home and live with him because he might do it again."

[mediumdrip]

"What if he promises not to?"