Clint, who slides into the booth, the red vinyl creaking as he settles. He’s tired, with a night’s worth of stubble and mussed-up bedhead. Even S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are used to staying places with the basic amenities. Or at least, with single-serve coffee pots.
The sleeves of his hooded sweatshirt end just over the backs of his knuckles. You wouldn’t think it’d suit Clint—until you knew Clint.
“I’m sure,” he says, but he doesn’t look at Delores. No, he’s still watching Clint.
“Okay.” She doesn’t finish pouring the coffee. “You want anything, sugar?”
“Nah.” Funny, Clint’s not watching Delores, either.
This was inspired by a gif taken from “The Consultant”, in which Coulson is eating in a diner with desert landscape behind him. This fic, however, fits not with the continuity of “The Consultant”, but with the overlap between Iron Man 2 and Thor (as well as “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Thor’s Hammer”). I think it still fits together rather well, though. At least, all things considered.
Either way, I really like how this one turned out.
(It’s also Gayle’s fault. Clearly.)
Well, if it’s my fault, allow me to reblog to take blame for my influence. BRB Going to read the hell out of this.
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