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.

Comments

[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."

[mediumdrip]

"Let's eat before they melt," Blaine said. "Then they'd all look the same anyway."

[sonofcoul]

"Excellent idea." He starts in on his sundae.

[from_a_distance]

Clint starts on his as well, leaning against the counter.

"You're a pretty smart kid, Blaine."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine blushes a bit and then focuses on his ice cream rather than replying to the compliment.

[sonofcoul]

"Agreed." He smiles just a bit.

[from_a_distance]

Clint looks between the two of them with a boyish grin and chows down on his ice cream.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine just quietly eats his ice cream, too embarrassed to say anything else.

[sonofcoul]

Phil looks over at Clint. "What?"

[from_a_distance]

"What? Nothing," Clint says, straightening up a little, wiping the smile from his face.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine glances up and then looks back at his ice cream, eating it very carefully. While he's sure not to make a mess, he is clearly enjoying it.

[sonofcoul]

"Mmhm. Whatever you say." He continues eating his ice cream as well.

[from_a_distance]

Clint studiously watches Blaine eating while he finishes his own ice cream.

"So what do you want to see next? The game room? The gym? The pool? Library?"

[mediumdrip]

"What's in the game room?" Blaine asks, not looking up for his bowl.

[sonofcoul]

"Hard to tell at any point. Stark is always adding some new toy or another."

As if he frequently visits the game room.

[from_a_distance]

"There's pool and foosball and darts and gaming consoles. I think he's got pinball in there too, and a couple arcade games like Pacman and Frogger," Clint says. "Air hockey."

He spends a lot more time there than Coulson does.

[mediumdrip]

"Maybe that should be last?" If they go in there they might not come out.

[sonofcoul]

"That is some excellent strategizing."

[from_a_distance]

"What'd I say? Pretty smart. Okay, TV room then, maybe? Training room?"

[mediumdrip]

"TV room then training, I think?" If he gives himself the training room to look forward to he won't want to stay in the TV room.

[sonofcoul]

Coulson nods. "I can go ahead and clean up the bowls, and let you guys get a head start."

[from_a_distance]

"You sure? Seems like you're always cleaning up my messes."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine frowns a bit. "That doesn't seem like a lot of fun for you. We could share the work?"

[sonofcoul]

"It shouldn't take very long. I mean, you can help if you really want, but it's no trouble."