The pairing of Clint Barton and Phil Coulson, all variations are welcome - 616, MCU, and AU.
Sunday Six
"Sunday Six" is a tradition where fic writers post six sentences of their current WIP on Sunday. Here's a few more than six from a “Clint is sick and Phil looks after him” story I’m working on:
"Excuse me," Phil said, in his most pleasant manner and with his most inoffensive smile pasted on his face. "I wonder if I could ask you to, ah, keep an eye on my laundry for a bit. I need to go and, ah, pick up some things." Phil purposefully let his voice lilt; sounding gay would make him less threatening, he hoped.
The young woman looked up from her textbook and gave him a 'What, are you kidding me?' look.
Phil pulled out his wallet and fished out a twenty-dollar bill. "I... my friend is sick; I'm washing his sheets for him. I need to go back to my place and pick up some clothes so I can stay with him for a couple of days. I know textbooks are expensive," Phil said, glancing down at the book and then gesturing with the money.
"'kay. I'll be here for another 90 minutes, but no more than that. As soon as my stuff is done, I've got better things to do on a Friday night." She reached out and took the money, tucking into her textbook like a bookmark.


