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]

"How does that work?"

[sonofcoul]

"You know, I don't know the exact details. I bet we can look it up later if you want."

[from_a_distance]

Clint gets milk out for Blaine. "Drink, sir?" he says to Coulson.

[mediumdrip]

"Can we? That sounds really cool, but a little gross too." He looks up at Clint when the milk is placed at this spot. "Thank you."

[sonofcoul]

"Some coffee if there's some around would be great, Barton, thanks. And yeah, I bet it shouldn't be too hard to find information on ant trails."

[from_a_distance]

"You could ask JARVIS," Clint suggests, getting coffee and water for Coulson and water for himself.

[mediumdrip]

"Why do you call him Barton? Aren't you friend?" Blaine asks, getting derailed from talking about ants.

[sonofcoul]

"Habit? For the most part, we're work friends."

[from_a_distance]

"It's not a big deal," Clint assures him. "I don't mind."

And he moves to start mashing the potatoes and getting the vegetables ready.

[mediumdrip]

"Does that mean Coulson's not your real name either?" Blaine asked, gasping a little as he realized that might be the case.

[sonofcoul]

He shakes his head. "It's my real name, it's just my real last name. For the most part, it's all anyone actually calls me anyway."

[from_a_distance]

"Stark thinks his first name is Agent," Clint offers, starting to bring the food to the table.

[mediumdrip]

"But it's not Agent is it?"

[sonofcoul]

"No, it's not. It's Phil."

[from_a_distance]

Clint smirks. "That's the rumor anyway."

[mediumdrip]

"Can I call you Phil?" Blaine asks, looking up at Coulson curiously.

[sonofcoul]

"If you'd like to? Absolutely."

[from_a_distance]

Clint grins at them both and goes to get the meatloaf out of the oven.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine wants to see what it looks like, but he stays back because he knows the oven is hot.

[sonofcoul]

"Let's go ahead and sit down, Blaine. He'll bring the food over."

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah, just let me get it onto a plate."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine nods and moves back to the table to set at his spot.

[sonofcoul]

Coulson goes and sits down as well. "It smells good."

[from_a_distance]

"Hope it tastes good too," Clint says, carrying the meatloaf to the table.

[mediumdrip]

"Of course it will. We made it together," Blaine says as if that makes all sense in the world.