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]

"He had to run an errand," Clint says, lying easily. "What do you want for dinner?"

[mediumdrip]

"Oh. I thought I could only have cereal?" That was part of the punishment he had, that be could have a bowl of cold Bran Flakes before going to bed. "How will I know I can eat if he's not here to make sure my work is done?"

[from_a_distance]

"Well, tonight is a special night, okay? You get to have whatever you want. Your dad is totally okay with it."

[mediumdrip]

"Oh..." Blaine seemed at a loss for a moment. "Marconi and cheese?" he suggested. As Clint was going through the kitchen it would be easy to tell that everything in it was stored with the idea of little to no effort for whoever was cooking. While the house had pictures of a happy family of four (husband, wife and two sons) there were very little hints that there was anyone else living there other than Blaine's dad and Blaine himself. The house was huge, but only a couple of rooms were being used. The kitchen was clean and neat but the image of perfection was deceptive.

[from_a_distance]

It was nothing at all like the house Clint had grown up in, but he could certainly see the signs. He was trained for it.

"You want quick or you want delicious?"

[mediumdrip]

"I have to go to bed soon for school," Blaine said, very responsible especially considering his age. "How long does delicious take?"

[from_a_distance]

"Half an hour? Twenty minutes if I rush it." Clint was kind of amused by the thought of actually wanting to go to bed for school.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine nods. "Delicious should be okay," he says with a smile. "What should I do while you make it?"

[from_a_distance]

Clint reaches into his jacket for Blaine's comics, pulling them out with a smile.

[mediumdrip]

"Oh right!" Blaine takes the books and then moves to sit down to read them. He leaves Clint alone to make dinner.

[from_a_distance]

Clint shrugs off his jacket, keeping an eye on Blaine as he works, making do with what he can find in the kitchen and making quite a mess as he does, fully intending to leave it for Blaine's dad to clean up.

whatever is that icon? lol

[mediumdrip]

Blaine reads the books and then reads them again until Clint tells him that dinner is ready. He moves to the table and waits patiently for the food.

I don't even know. It's my default 'Clint's cooking/Clint's a dork' icon

[from_a_distance]

Clint smiles as he drops a bowl of mac and cheese in front of him. "What do you want to drink? Milk?"

he's adorable

[mediumdrip]

"Yes please," Blaine replies, watching him. He waits until Clint is back with the milk.

yep

[from_a_distance]

Clint brings him his milk and then gets himself a bowl as well and sits down across from Blaine.

"Hey...how you doing, kid?"

[mediumdrip]

"Um... aren't we going to pray?"

[from_a_distance]

"What? Oh...um..."

Well, that's something Clint hasn't done since...well, okay, since Coulson died and aliens attacked Manhattan, but he hasn't prayed over a meal since the group home.

"Right, yeah. Why don't...you go ahead and do that for both of us."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine nods and folds his hand. He does a quick, normal prayer to give thanks for the meal, his new friend Clint and to ask that his dad comes home before his dinner is cold. Then he finally starts to eat. As with almost everything else, he's very neat and perfectly mannered.

[from_a_distance]

Clint watches him in amusement, idly picking at his own food, hunched over his bowl.

"You're a pretty good kind, you know."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine frowns a bit and shakes his head. "No," he says. "I'm not."

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah, you really are."

He smiles. "Look, I know your dad probably says that you disappoint him, but that's his problem. It's not yours."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine shook his head and focused on the food. He ate quietly.

[from_a_distance]

"Hey," Clint says gently. "Hey, look at me."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine looks up at Clint.

[from_a_distance]

"How come you think you're not a good kid?"