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

[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..."

[mediumdrip]

"Why would you put dirty socks on the floor?" Blaine asks, as if the idea never came to him before.

[sonofcoul]

"Fly bait, I think."

[from_a_distance]

"I don't have flies!" He gets out the silverware, handing it to Phil to set out.

[mediumdrip]

"Are you sure?" Blaine asks Clint seriously.

[sonofcoul]

He manages to refrain from laughing as he puts the silverware out.

[from_a_distance]

"Look at what you've got him believing about me," Clint says to Coulson.

"I do not have flies," he says to Blaine. "I'm sure."

[mediumdrip]

"What about ants? Do you have ants?"

[sonofcoul]

"In his defense, I have yet to actually witness any insects in his room."

[from_a_distance]

"No ants, no flies, no roaches, no bugs of any kind. Just the occasional dirty sock."

[mediumdrip]

"Oh. Okay. That's good though. Ants are really hard to get rid of."

[sonofcoul]

"Very true. They leave chemical trails to let the other ants know where good places to get food are."

[from_a_distance]

Clint wrinkles his nose as he gets down glasses.

"Great. Now I'm gonna start worrying about ants."

[mediumdrip]

"They do?" Blaine asks Coulson, impressed. "But only ants like that can smell it?"