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 shrugs. "So far, so good."

[mediumdrip]

"Well, I've only been here for one day."

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah, I guess that's true," Clint says, smiling. "But I don't think it's gonna get too much harder."

[mediumdrip]

"My dad says I'm hard to raise."

[from_a_distance]

"I don't think me and your dad are gonna have a lot in common."

[mediumdrip]

"Okay. If you say so."

[from_a_distance]

"You think we might be?"

[mediumdrip]

"I think that even if there are things you disagree on, there's bound to be some stuff that you think of the same way."

[from_a_distance]

"Like what?"

[mediumdrip]

"Like, ice cream is delicious? 98 degree days are hot?"