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.

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[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?"

[sonofcoul]

Phil lingers by the doorway, internally a bit perturbed at his timing.

[from_a_distance]

Clint is only vaguely aware that Coulson is there, and as much as they've never really talked about this, he doesn't feel the need to keep it from him either. "Remember that night I came to your house, and I was telling you how my dad used to get real mad at me like your dad did? He always promised he wouldn't do it again, but he always did."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine frowned and looked at Clint a moment. "I'm sorry."

[sonofcoul]

He's gathered much of what Clint is saying, but hearing it really makes him wish for a time machine to do much the same thing to Clint's dad as Clint did to Blaine's.

[from_a_distance]

"Whoa, hey," Clint says gently. "There's nothing you need to be sorry for, kiddo. You haven't done anything wrong."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine doesn't want to disagree. He's too worried that if he does that Clint will change his mind and if he can't be with his family he really wants to be here. "I think Mr. Coulson is back," he said. "Maybe we should keep going with the tour?"

[sonofcoul]

He nods and steps more fully into the room. "Yeah. Mr. Coulson's back. We can get back to the tour if you'd like."

[from_a_distance]

Clint frowns a little, but he nods and touches Blaine's shoulder lightly.

"Yeah, we can. The training room was next, right?"