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

[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."

[from_a_distance]

"Yep. Or we could do that delivery pizza you were talking about."

[mediumdrip]

"Can we make meatloaf?" Blaine asks after a moment. "My mom used to let me mix it up when she made it." He had always liked squishing the meat, egg and breadcrumbs together with his hands.

[sonofcoul]

Coulson looks over at Clint. "Is meatloaf doable?"

[from_a_distance]

Clint laughs quietly. "Meatloaf is definitely doable. You want mashed potatoes? Some kinda veggies?"