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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[from_a_distance]

Clint smiles at Blaine's reaction and starts the clean up.

"Man, you are such a better kid than I was."

[mediumdrip]

"Is that good?"

[sonofcoul]

"Everyone's different. It's good as long as you're being yourself"

[from_a_distance]

"And nobody's perfect," Clint says, pulling out a stool so Blaine can help him with the dishes. "And nobody has to be."

[mediumdrip]

"Okay," he says softly. He helps clean up the dishes. He smiles at them both once they're done.

[sonofcoul]

"Well done." He smiles. "Nice to have an addition to the list of organized people around here."

[from_a_distance]

"Yep," Clint says with a grin. "You're gonna be everybody's favorite."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine looks over at Coulson. "It's not that hard. I think if people work on being clean and neat a little right away it won't be so bad later."

[sonofcoul]

"You are absolutely, completely, ten thousand percent right."

[from_a_distance]

"Well, sure, if you want to be all practical about it."

[mediumdrip]

"You can learn too?"

[sonofcoul]

"He's right, Barton. You can learn too."

[from_a_distance]

"Ganging up on me, huh? I see how it's gonna be," Clint teases.

[mediumdrip]

"But it's not very hard," Blaine points out.

[sonofcoul]

"It's easier in the long run, in fact."

[from_a_distance]

Clint throws up his hands. "It's a conspiracy!"

[mediumdrip]

"What's a con-spear-acy?" Blaine asks, testing out the new word carefully.

[sonofcoul]

"It's a group of people who plot together in secret to get something done. Usually something bad, which cleaning up after yourself definitely isn't."

[from_a_distance]

"Hmph," Clint grumbles, though his lips twitch like he's trying not to smile, moving to the cupboard to get plates.

"Set the table before you turn me into a neat freak."

[mediumdrip]

"But if you set it you can learn how to set it neatly," Blaine points out with a small smile.

[sonofcoul]

"Another good point. He's just bringing them out left and right."

[from_a_distance]

"Who says I wanna learn to set it neatly?" Clint counters, carrying the plates to the table where he sets them as un-neatly as he can manage.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine goes after him and fixes it.

[sonofcoul]

"Thank you, Blaine. That's very helpful."

[from_a_distance]

Clint sighs exaggeratedly.

"Man, no more dirty socks on the floor for me..."