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 laughs as the elevator comes to a stop. "Well, thanks. I wouldn't want you hating me."

[mediumdrip]

"No. I don't think I can do that. My mom used to say that hate was too strong a word to us for just any one."

[from_a_distance]

He smiles, leading Blaine to his quarters. "Your mom was pretty smart," he says softly.

[mediumdrip]

"Yeah, she was busy a lot but she was a good mom."

[from_a_distance]

"Sounds like it."

He presses his thumb to the pad outside his apartment, and the door slides open.

"Hey, JARVIS? Can we get Blaine set up on this thing?"

"Of course, Agent Barton. If Master Anderson would place his thumb on the scanner."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine looks up at the pad. He's pretty small even for his age so he has to stand on his tip toes to see what he's doing when he puts his thumb there.

[from_a_distance]

A bar of light scans over Blaine's thumb and JARVIS' voice says, "Identity, Blaine Anderson, accepted."

"All set, kid," Clint says and ushers him inside.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine keeps his eyes wide as he tries to take in everything. "Where do Captain America and Iron Man stay?"

[from_a_distance]

"Cap's down the hall," he says. "Tony's upstairs."

Clint's quarters have the most windows. Pretty much one entire wall looks out over the city.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine gets distracted by the view. "Wow," he says as he goes over to check it out.

[sonofcoul]

And there's a knock at the door behind them. Coulson waits out in the hallway, having no desire to just come barging in.

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah, not to bad, huh?" The view is pretty much Clint's favorite thing about living here.

He moves to the door when he hears the knock and smiles when he opens it. "Hey," he says to Coulson and then to Blaine adds, "Hey, kiddo, come meet my friend."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine turns from the view and looks over Coulson before walking over to meet him. "Hi," he says a little nervously.

[sonofcoul]

He smiles down at Blaine. "Hi. Nice to meet you. Enjoying the view?"

[from_a_distance]

"Blaine this is Coulson...er...Phil." Because he figures it would be weird if Blaine called him by his last name. "He's my friend with the comics that I told you about."

[mediumdrip]

"You like Captain America?" Blaine asks as he checks out Phil.

[sonofcoul]

Phil nods and smiles. "I do. Ever since I was a kid."

[from_a_distance]

"I think he likes Captain America even more than you do, kiddo," Clint teases, stepping aside to let Phil in.

[mediumdrip]

"Well, he got a head start on it!" Blaine said, which is probably the politest way that Coulson has ever been called 'old.'

[sonofcoul]

"I really can't argue that." He glances at Clint. "I got a pretty huge head start."

[from_a_distance]

Clint is trying very valiantly not to laugh. "Yeah, a bit of a head start," he agrees.

"You wanna see your room, kid? And then we can have a quick tour?"

[mediumdrip]

"I have a room?" Blaine asked. "My own room?"

[sonofcoul]

"He has more than enough room. And if he didn't, he still probably would have taken a couch for himself and given you his."

[from_a_distance]

Clint rolls his eyes at that, though it is absolutely true, and he knows it.

"Yeah, of course you have your own room. Come on, I'll show you."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine nods and goes with Clint to check out his room. He keeps looking up at Coulson as if trying to figure him out.