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 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?"

[mediumdrip]

"Because I'm not," Blaine says. "I can't be."

[from_a_distance]

"Why not?"

[mediumdrip]

"I can't tell you."

[from_a_distance]

"Why can't you tell me?"

[mediumdrip]

"Because you'll hate me."

[from_a_distance]

Clint shakes his head, perfectly serious. "Blaine, there is nothing you could tell me that would make me hate you."

[mediumdrip]

"I.... I can't."

[from_a_distance]

"Blaine, I promise. Whatever it is, I won't hate you. And if you tell me, you'll feel better."