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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[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."

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah, that's true," Clint says, nodding sagely. "But I guess we're safe on you, kiddo."

He grins and moves the meatloaf into a pan.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine moves to wash his hands very carefully. "Can I help peel potatoes too?"

[sonofcoul]

"Looks like someone is impressively helpful."

[from_a_distance]

"I am definitely impressed," Clint says, moving to wash his hands. "And you can peel potatoes for me anytime, kiddo."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine moves to help get the potatoes ready. He seems happy to help out in the kitchen. When everything is finally set to cook he looks at them both. "How long?"

[sonofcoul]

Coulson looks over at Clint for the answer. Cooking is not his strong suit.

[from_a_distance]

"Another half hour," Clint says. Meatloaf tends to take a while. "Give us enough time to clean up and set the table."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine nods at that. He likes making things neat when he can so he cleans up without a fuss.

[sonofcoul]

He nods. "Well, then let's clean up."