Round 1
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Prompt Post No. 1
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Prompt Post No. 1
Please make sure to read the rules.
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This round will be closed to new prompts for a 24 hour hiatus once it reaches two thousand comments. Fills may still be posted. After another 2000 comments, Round 1 will close. Round 2 will go live one week after this ( Read more... )
Julia is one of the newest agents, she’s not cleared for fieldwork yet. She’s a kid straight out of college, with a pixie-cut red hair, nice smile, and a tendency to bake when she’s stressed, and in this particular line of work, that’s every day.
You can tell when she comes in every morning, because there’s an unusual commotion around the fourth floor, everyone having something important to check in the main area, and just happen to need to pass Julia’s cubicle. The baked goods run out fast.
“Sorry, last one,” Julia tells a very disappointed agent Sitwell, except she’s totally lying. Clint had seen her hide two more in the drawer, in a light blue cardboard box with a ribbon. (So what, he’s hiding in the ceiling. The reason for that is totally unimportant at this point.) “I’ll have more tomorrow,” she adds and everyone goes back to work, some of the more fortunate ones cleaning out crumbs from their shirts and keyboards.
And that would be it, if Clint hadn’t happened to need Phil to sign off on his report. (It’s not a euphemism, unless Phil is on board with making it one. They have a rule about the office, damn it. A rule Clint would be happy to break, except hey, guess who he’s dating, and then guess the chances of the rule breaking ever happening.) Okay, the report isn’t due for a while, but it’s an excuse good as any to hang out in Phil’s office for a while and annoy him into giving up the paperwork for an hour and getting lunch.
Apparently he’s not the only one to figure out the paperwork-as-a-valid-excuse tactic, because at some point there’s a polite knock on the door and Julia enters with a manila folder and a certain blue box. “The requisition forms,” she tells Phil matter-of-factly and then, Clint shits you not, takes an uncertain half-step back and then forward, reaches out to touch her hair, curling a short strand around her finger. “And hey, I have some muffins left. Everyone’s at lunch, so I thought maybe you’d like them?” she says, her voice getting a little squeaky there at the end.
Clint can’t even. It’s adorable. It’s even more adorable because Phil has no fucking idea what’s going on.
(He tends to do that. Newbie agent crush is one thing, he didn’t notice Clint was fucked up over the head for him for years. Frankly, it was a little less adorable then.)
“Thank you, Julia,” Phil says, and peers into the box. Apparently the muffins are enough to make him push away the files in front of him which, hey, good to know for future reference. “I was just about to take a break myself, so your timing is perfect. Thanks again,” he adds with an honest-to-god smile.
That’s not something people often see here. Clint feels the corners of his mouth rise in an automatic response, but the effect on Julia is a sight to see.
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That came out wrong.
“Don’t worry about it. Clint will make some,” Phil tells her, and Julia turns to follow his gaze, noticing Clint for the very first time. Clint gives her a nod and a wave, which seems to fluster her even more. “He might as well make himself useful,” Phil adds, which is uncalled for. Clint had all intentions to make himself useful, but you know, the rule about the office extends to blowjobs. Which it shouldn’t.
“Oh,” Julia says, visibly deflating. “Oh. Okay. Well, see you later,” she finishes meekly and heads out, remembering after two steps to add a little sway to her hips, just in case.
“Now that,” Clint says, moving to sit down on the edge of Phil’s desk, “was awesome.” He reaches for one of the muffins but Phil snatches the box away. “Oh, come on.”
“You heard her, they go best with coffee.”
“Fine, but only because you asked so nicely, dear,” Clint says, making a face at him. “You want some cream with that?” he grins, despite knowing very well Phil takes it black. It’s been a slow day and there are young agents with muffins crushing on his boyfriend. He’s completely justified in jonesing for a blowjob.
“This is a no puns zone, Barton. Get me some coffee or you’re not getting any of my muffins.”
“Now who’s making bad puns, sir?” he points out, and gets a short snort out of Phil, which means that the day’s looking up. The office rule still stands, but there’s nothing stopping him from getting that blowjob in the car.
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Welcome to the fandom :D I hope we get to see more from you soon!
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