from_a_distance | Comic booking it

Clint is doing his level best to stay calm, and he crosses his arms over his chest. "Getting a little rough, don't you think?"

"He's my son," the man said as he closed the back seat door. "I'll be as rough as I think is necessary."

Blaine moved to the edge of the seat to look out at Clint from the window.

And Clint just stepped closer, well into the man's space.

"Yeah, I've heard that one before. Never ends well for the kid. You wanna try again?"

Blaine's father glared at Clint. He was at a loss for words at first as Clint managed to be rather intimidating. "Excuse me if I don't take advice about teaching my son how to manage money from a grown man who spends his time in a comic book stop," he said finally.

"I sure as hell hope your kid learns more from that comic shop than he does from you. World's got enough assholes in it without adding more."

He smiles, then, menacingly, and leans in so Blaine can't hear as he says, perfectly calmly, "If you ever touch him again, I will find out, and I will make sure you don't ever touch anything again, got it?"

Blaine's dad just snorts in disapproval and moves to get into his car. He clearly doesn't believe that Clint would have that kind of access to his family. As he starts the car he snaps at Blaine to buckle up. Blaine hurries to do so, but doesn't stop watching Clint as they drive off.

[ooc; So I think that Blaine would be in huge trouble when he got home, because his father would think that he said something to Clint. Should we FF to that or some other point? How would Clint find out?]

And Clint watches him going, making note of the license plate number before going back to pay for his comics and put in a quick call to SHIELD.

[ooc: Oh, Clint would totally stalk them. He will get SHIELD to find out where they live, and he'll be there watching.

...he's always about two steps away from a restraining order.]

Blaine knew that things were going to be bad because of how angry his father was the whole ride home.

When he got back to their house his father had demanded to know what he had told the stranger in to the comic book shop about his home like. He also didn't believe it when Blaine tried to explain that they had only talked about Captain America.

There were welts on his back by the time that his father pushed him outside and told him to do yard work if he wanted dinner that night. He hadn't had lunch before going to the comic book shop so his stomach rumbled a couple hours in. The yard of their house was massive. Blaine had to clean the pool, spread some mulch on the flower beds, water and cut the grass, sweep up the patio and was in the middle of re-painting the fence by the time it was starting to get dark. He was sore and hungry but refused to cry as he worked. Maybe he'd be able to get done in enough time to eat something and have enough sleep for school the next day.

Normally Clint wouldn't have wasted any time in getting over to this douchebag's house, but he'd gotten roped into helping out with the rookies at HQ, so it was almost dark by the time he managed to get over to the place, and he caught Blaine mid-painting. He parked his car just up the street so he could casually stroll by the place.

"Hey," he says when he gets close enough for Blaine to hear him.

Blaine jerks a bit at the sound of someone talking to him and looks around for the source. "Hi," he says, confused and a little worried to see Clint there.

"Are you stalking me?" he asks.

~~Yes.~~

Clint laughs and shrugs. "Nah, I just wanted to see how you were doing. And I, uh..." he looks around and then pulls a comic out of his jacket, "figured you might want this."

Blaine looks at him a little suspiciously. "Aren't you a stranger? I don't think I should take gifts from strangers."

"Smart kid," Clint says with a smirk. "Don't think of it as gift. This is just me...picking up comics for a friend."

After a moment Blaine wipes his hand clean and then moves over to where Clint is. He's almost really good at hiding the slight limp. "If you're a friend then you're not a stranger."

"Well, there you go," Clint says with a slightly worried frown as he watches Blaine moving.

"So...your dad was pretty mad, huh?"

Blaine nods as he looks at the comic book he's been handed. "Yeah," he says. "He just doesn't think that I should buy these things."

Clint crouches down to be more on his level. "Yeah, my dad didn't like 'em very much either. Does he get mad like that a lot?"

"Only when I'm not good," Blaine says as he checks over his hands again to make sure there's not paint on them. He's was very neat while painting so he's already pretty clean, he just doesn't want to accidentally get paint on the book itself as he takes it out and starts to flip through them.

Clint is pretty impressed by that, really. If it were him, he'd have paint all over everything.

"How are you not good?"

"I went into the shop without telling him," Blaine said. "And he told me not to buy any more comics."

Clint nods carefully. "And when you got home...did your dad get madder than he was at the store?"

"A little," Blaine says warily. He doesn't want to lie, but he doesn't know how much of the truth he can tell.

And Clint is very careful about how he asks this, because he doesn't want to spook Blaine.

"When I was your age, my dad used to get mad at me sometimes too. Real mad."

"Yeah?" Blaine looks up from the comic book. "Were you a disappointment too?"

"Yeah, I was," Clint says with a nod. "I tried to be good, but I wasn't always, and he'd get mad. Especially if he was drinking."

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Okay. I'm going to sum up Blaine's day and FF to that night? let me know if i have to fix anything.

Looks good!

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