Happy birthday, Phil

[from_a_distance]

Clint was not very good at presents most of the time. He was good at trinkets or silly things he found on a mission that reminded him of someone, but he was not good at pre-meditated, thoughtful gifts. He really wanted to do Phil's birthday properly, but he always worried that he wasn't going to be able to make that happen.

This year, though, he had a great idea. If he could make it happen.

He was waiting for Bucky outside the range, figuring he could catch him alone there.

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[not_a_commie]

Bucky's heading into the range with his long distance riffle. He spots Clint out side, and smiles at the guy.

"Heya pal, what's up?" He asks shouldering his riffle case.

[welcome2level7]

Phil hadn't been told what Clint was planning for him, just that there were plans made and that he absolutely had to be home for them by 7pm or else.

He hadn't asked 'or else what', because he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know. But it didn't much matter, since it gave him incentive to actually finish work for a while, something that he needed to be reminded to do now and again.

But in any case, he was home, on time, and already digging for his keys before he saw the pale blue post-it note on the door that said simply: Knock. He eyed it warily for a moment before pocketing his keys again and knocking twice.