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See, I might be writing fic at the moment, involving men falling in love and being unsubtle when they try to act on it. I might be, you know, possibly, and it possibly has been the easiest thing to write for me in a long time and I may be enjoying going into it bit by bit without pressure or trying to go too fast. Maybe. It may involve Coulson and Barton.
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"See, Agent Coulson, I didn't peg you for a romantic."
Clint is grinning around a mouthful of popcorn, looking way too much like a cat that got the cream, but Phil just smiles good-naturedly. Clint has let him in more than he has anyone since he started working with SHIELD, and Phil guesses it's only fair to open up as well, even if it's about his guilty but pleasurable habit of watching every rom-com he can put his hands on.
Rummaging through the DVD collection of the cottage, he'd stumbled upon The Notebook and while it is far from being his favorite, it is cheesy and well-acted enough to provide the kind of entertainment he is looking for. So he'd settled with popcorn, but only managed ten minutes before Clint jumped into the seat next to his own, grabbing a handful of popcorn.
"I try not to explode in roses and champagne with every step."
Clint snorts, resting his arm along the back of the couch by Phil's shoulders, who almost says something about not being a teenage girl in a bad 90's movie, but instead shuts his mouth and leans deeper in the couch cushions, a smile on his lips.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think your tough guy in a suit act is just armor and you're actually soft inside, Phil. You have no idea how much Tash would love that gossip."
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Yesterday, I may also have purchased 4th row dead center tickets to the theater to listen to Tom Hiddleston read me a bedtime story. Of the erotic kind. I don't know, I MAY HAVE DONE THAT. :3
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"See, Agent Coulson, I didn't peg you for a romantic."
Clint is grinning around a mouthful of popcorn, looking way too much like a cat that got the cream, but Phil just smiles good-naturedly. Clint has let him in more than he has anyone since he started working with SHIELD, and Phil guesses it's only fair to open up as well, even if it's about his guilty but pleasurable habit of watching every rom-com he can put his hands on.
Rummaging through the DVD collection of the cottage, he'd stumbled upon The Notebook and while it is far from being his favorite, it is cheesy and well-acted enough to provide the kind of entertainment he is looking for. So he'd settled with popcorn, but only managed ten minutes before Clint jumped into the seat next to his own, grabbing a handful of popcorn.
"I try not to explode in roses and champagne with every step."
Clint snorts, resting his arm along the back of the couch by Phil's shoulders, who almost says something about not being a teenage girl in a bad 90's movie, but instead shuts his mouth and leans deeper in the couch cushions, a smile on his lips.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think your tough guy in a suit act is just armor and you're actually soft inside, Phil. You have no idea how much Tash would love that gossip."
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Yesterday, I may also have purchased 4th row dead center tickets to the theater to listen to Tom Hiddleston read me a bedtime story. Of the erotic kind. I don't know, I MAY HAVE DONE THAT. :3
