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]

"It's really a lot of details for one rule about secrets. Don't keep a secret if keeping the secret will do more harm than not keeping it."

[from_a_distance]

"And if you're not sure, you can talk to someone you trust and they can help you decide."

[mediumdrip]

"But telling means that it's not a secret..."

[sonofcoul]

"You can tell some things about a secret without telling the whole thing. Or you can decide on one person who you trust wouldn't tell anyone else a single word about the secret as long as it's the kind of secret that's okay to keep secret. Then it's still a secret, it's just that it's also a secret between you and that person."

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah, exactly. You gotta be sure it's someone you can absolutely trust. No matter what."

[mediumdrip]

"Oh... Okay..." Blaine frowns a bit, not sure he has anyone like that, though Clint would be the closest.

[sonofcoul]

"I know it can be hard to find someone like that. And sometimes it takes time before you decide that you're willing to trust someone that much."

[from_a_distance]

Clint nods. "That's okay, too. Trust is...hard."

He knows that better than most.

[mediumdrip]

"So what do I do if I have to tell someone but I don't know who? Can I tell you two?"

[sonofcoul]

"You absolutely can. We're good at secrets."

[from_a_distance]

"Yep. Kinda goes with the whole hero thing."

[mediumdrip]

"Oh, okay... I'll remember."

[sonofcoul]

Coulson nods. "Good."

[from_a_distance]

Clint smiles. "Yeah. You wanna finish the game?"

[mediumdrip]

Blaine smiles and nods before turning to focus on the game.

[sonofcoul]

Coulson gives Clint a small reassuring smile before returning his own attention to the game.

[from_a_distance]

That smile helps so much. If Coulson doesn't think he's screwing it up, he must be doing okay. He turns back to the game as well.

[mediumdrip]

They play for a while until Blaine realizes that it's probably dinner time. "I'm hungry," he says.

[sonofcoul]

He sets down his remote. "Sounds like dinner, then."

[from_a_distance]

"Right." He grins and sets his remote aside. "What do you want for dinner, kiddo?"

[mediumdrip]

"Umm... Anything?"

[sonofcoul]

"Pickled pig feet it is. Delicious."

[from_a_distance]

"Anything but pickled pig feet," Clint says, wrinkling his nose. "All of New York is at your feet, buddy."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine just looks uncomfortable and uncertain as he tries to think of something.

[sonofcoul]

"It doesn't have to be anything crazy. Even if you just want a peanut butter sandwich, we can do it."