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 takes care of more than some, and he keeps us safe out there," Clint says, smiling as the elevator comes to a stop.

[mediumdrip]

"So... like a dispatcher?" Though whatever answer that would come to that Blaine doesn't seem to care about anymore as the doors open. He's much more interested in seeing what's around him.

[sonofcoul]

"Yeah. Kind of." He steps out of the elevator as it opens and to the side to let Blaine look around.

[from_a_distance]

The kitchen is just as impressive as the rest of Avengers Tower, and way bigger than anything any of them probably need.

Clint loves it, but at the moment there doesn't appear to be anyone else around.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine ends up looking around but not moving very far from Clint. "What kind of food do you guys have?"

[sonofcoul]

"Bunch of stuff. But Barton almost certainly knows better than I do."

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah, pretty much everything. And if there's anything you want that we don't have, just let me know, and we can get it for you," Clint says.

[mediumdrip]

"You'll do delivery? Like, if I wanted a pizza?" The idea that he can have anything he wants seems too be too good to be true.

[sonofcoul]

"Pizza is a very popular pastime around here."

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah, pizza is definitely doable."

[mediumdrip]

"But right now we could have dessert maybe?"

[sonofcoul]

"You know, I like the way you think."

[from_a_distance]

Clint laughs. "Yeah, we could do dessert. What do you want?"

[mediumdrip]

He moves towards the fridges. "Do you guys have ice cream?"

[sonofcoul]

"If we didn't, I think that would be a tragedy."

[from_a_distance]

"We definitely have ice cream, kiddo." He moves to get bowls out of the cupboard, holding one up in Coulson's direction to ask if he wants some.

"What kind do you like?"

[mediumdrip]

"Chocolate! Do you have whipped cream and nuts and things?"

[sonofcoul]

He nods at Clint concerning the bowl. "Clearly, there will be no holds barred on this particular dessert."

[from_a_distance]

Clint takes out three bowls and three spoons and an ice cream scoop and starts raiding the refrigerator for toppings.

"Oh, definitely. Your first Avengers dessert? That needs to be epic."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine grins at the idea and tries to help them get everything out despite the fact he doesn't know where everything is. Once Clint spoons out his ice cream he takes the task of making his own, which turns out to be pretty beautiful. The whipped cream and nuts decorate the ice cream nicely. Blaine focuses about getting it perfect before he eats it.

[sonofcoul]

Coulson is about as meticulous in his own sundae decorating. He smiles over at Blaine's. "That looks great."

[from_a_distance]

Clint's looks nothing like either of theirs, but he does manage to keep most of it in his bowl. He looks from his bowl to Blaine's to Coulson's and back again, frowning.

[mediumdrip]

"Yours looks good too," Blaine says, checking Coulson's out with an impressed expression. The agent's looks better than Blaine's in the way that adults are able to do things better than someone so small, but Blaine figures he'll get there with practice. He looks over at Clint's and notices the frown. "You're looks creative. Like one of those paintings and people pay a lot of money for those."

[sonofcoul]

"Clint Barton, the Jackson Pollock of sundaes. Not a bad comparison. And really, I suppose it all tastes the same anyway."

[from_a_distance]

"Nobody's gonna see it but us," Clint says. "I don't need to get all fancy."