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]

"And that's not even getting into inedible chips like poker chips and wood chips and... chipmunks."

[from_a_distance]

"I think chipmunks are more munk than chip, sir."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine couldn't help but wonder what a 'munk' was, but he didn't voice the question. Instead he let the two of them continue their back and forth.

[sonofcoul]

"Okay, good point. Don't want to get ridiculous."

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah. God forbid we get ridiculous."

He smiles at Coulson and then at Blaine.

"Okay, so no brussels sprouts. Anything else?"

[mediumdrip]

"I don't think so?"

[sonofcoul]

"Well, that should be pretty easy to accommodate."

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah, I think we can manage that," Clint says. "So meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and something besides brussels sprouts."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine nods. "And I get to mix up the stuff?"

[sonofcoul]

Phil nods. "You can mix stuff up."

[from_a_distance]

"Yep, definitely."

When they get to the kitchen, he sends them each to gather various ingredients and supplies.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine helps where he can, but he's mostly looking forward to mixing up the meatloaf with his hands.

[sonofcoul]

Phil collects what Clint asks for, setting them on the counter in clusters of similar items.

[from_a_distance]

Clint walks them both through getting the meatloaf together, and once it's ready, he lets Blaine mix it all up with his hands.

"My favorite part too."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine cleans his hand carefully before hand. "You wanna help too?" he asks. Though he ends up giggling when his hands are in the squishy meat.

[sonofcoul]

Coulson steps back to let the squishy handmixing shake out between the two who are actually enthusiastic about it.

[from_a_distance]

"Sure, thanks," Clint says with a grin, getting his hands in and helping Blaine with the mixing.

"This is my favorite part too."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine giggles in joy. "It's so cold!" he says, but he doesn't seem to mind at all.

[sonofcoul]

Coulson leans on a free countertop, watching them in amusement.

[from_a_distance]

"And gooshy," Clint says with a laugh, wiggling gooey fingers in Blaine's face.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine tilts back. "No, it doesn't go near the face until it's cooked!" he protests happily.

[sonofcoul]

"Blaine has a point there, Barton."

[from_a_distance]

Clint puts on an exaggerated pout. "Buzzkills."

[mediumdrip]

"Besides, raw meat isn't a good," he points out. "Unless you're a werewolf!"

[sonofcoul]

"Werewolves are important to consider."