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Fill: MCU, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton + Pokémon – “Mornings”megan_moonlightJanuary 8 2017, 12:54:22 UTC
Clint sighed when he heard quiet noises coming from somewhere next to him. He wrapped the comforter tighter around himself, but the sounds did not stop.
He was about to cover his face with a pillow when he felt additional weight settling on top of his legs, and then something touched his face.
"Come on, it's Saturday. Just five more minutes," he murmured, but then his cheek was nudged again, and only then did he open his eyes. Pidgeot continued to nudge him with his beak, clearly wanting to get his attention.
"Pidgeot!" Pidgeot jumped down, landing right next to the Pokémon sleeping by the door.
While Pidgeot and Lucky, Clint’s Poochyena, were usually sleeping in Clint's bedroom, the rest of his Pokémon preferred to stay in other parts of the apartment and Clint didn't mind. He wasn't a fan of keeping Pokémon in Poké Balls when he didn't have to and his Pokémon did not complain about it at all, especially Lucky, who liked to travel between the couch and Clint's bed at night.
Just as Pidgeot jumped closer to Growlithe, the Pokémon opened his eyes and looked back at Pidgeot, then at Clint, before standing up and walking towards him. He pressed his head against Clint's hand, his tail waggling, and Clint smiled at the greeting.
"Hi there," Clint continued to scratch Growlithe's head as the Pokémon tilted his head slightly, looking up at him.
"Growl."
Clint saw Pidgeot settling in the spot on the bed Clint was occupying five minutes earlier, and then Growlithe nudged his hand, looking at the bed as well.
"Oh. Yeah, sure. Go ahead. It's not like I'm using it at the moment," Clint answered and Growlithe licked his hand, jumped on the bed and settled on top of the covers, closing his eyes right away.
Clint just stretched his arms above his head and went to take a shower, since it looked like he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep anyway. After putting on some clothes he went to the kitchen, where he saw Phil putting food into a small bowl. It was clear that he just got back from his morning meeting with Fury. Lucky was standing right next to him, observing intently, clearly waiting for Phil to give him something to eat.
"Here you go," Phil knelt down, putting Lucky's bowl on the floor before patting the Pokémon on the head gently. Clint couldn’t help smiling at them.
"When did you get back?" Clint entered the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Phil's waist as Phil ran one hand through Clint’s hair.
"About a half an hour ago."
"So, how about a breakfast for everyone, then? I thought about getting back to bed, but it's currently occupied, and I doubt Pidgeot would want to move," Clint offered and Phil just snorted at that.
"Sound good."
"Awesome," Clint pressed a kiss to Phil's neck before stepping back and walking up to the counter, petting Lucky's head. He noticed that Lucky was observing his every move, as if waiting for something. "Hey, don't look at me like that. You have your breakfast right here."
Lucky let out a whine but got back to his food, and Clint just shook his head, taking out some more meat for Lucky from the fridge.
"I'll cook, you make coffee," he told Phil, who reached for mugs right away.
He was about to cover his face with a pillow when he felt additional weight settling on top of his legs, and then something touched his face.
"Come on, it's Saturday. Just five more minutes," he murmured, but then his cheek was nudged again, and only then did he open his eyes. Pidgeot continued to nudge him with his beak, clearly wanting to get his attention.
"Okay, okay, I'm up," Clint yawned, scratching Pidgeot’s wing gently. "What's going on?"
"Pidgeot!" Pidgeot jumped down, landing right next to the Pokémon sleeping by the door.
While Pidgeot and Lucky, Clint’s Poochyena, were usually sleeping in Clint's bedroom, the rest of his Pokémon preferred to stay in other parts of the apartment and Clint didn't mind. He wasn't a fan of keeping Pokémon in Poké Balls when he didn't have to and his Pokémon did not complain about it at all, especially Lucky, who liked to travel between the couch and Clint's bed at night.
Just as Pidgeot jumped closer to Growlithe, the Pokémon opened his eyes and looked back at Pidgeot, then at Clint, before standing up and walking towards him. He pressed his head against Clint's hand, his tail waggling, and Clint smiled at the greeting.
"Hi there," Clint continued to scratch Growlithe's head as the Pokémon tilted his head slightly, looking up at him.
"Growl."
Clint saw Pidgeot settling in the spot on the bed Clint was occupying five minutes earlier, and then Growlithe nudged his hand, looking at the bed as well.
"Oh. Yeah, sure. Go ahead. It's not like I'm using it at the moment," Clint answered and Growlithe licked his hand, jumped on the bed and settled on top of the covers, closing his eyes right away.
Clint just stretched his arms above his head and went to take a shower, since it looked like he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep anyway. After putting on some clothes he went to the kitchen, where he saw Phil putting food into a small bowl. It was clear that he just got back from his morning meeting with Fury. Lucky was standing right next to him, observing intently, clearly waiting for Phil to give him something to eat.
"Here you go," Phil knelt down, putting Lucky's bowl on the floor before patting the Pokémon on the head gently. Clint couldn’t help smiling at them.
"When did you get back?" Clint entered the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Phil's waist as Phil ran one hand through Clint’s hair.
"About a half an hour ago."
"So, how about a breakfast for everyone, then? I thought about getting back to bed, but it's currently occupied, and I doubt Pidgeot would want to move," Clint offered and Phil just snorted at that.
"Sound good."
"Awesome," Clint pressed a kiss to Phil's neck before stepping back and walking up to the counter, petting Lucky's head. He noticed that Lucky was observing his every move, as if waiting for something. "Hey, don't look at me like that. You have your breakfast right here."
Lucky let out a whine but got back to his food, and Clint just shook his head, taking out some more meat for Lucky from the fridge.
"I'll cook, you make coffee," he told Phil, who reached for mugs right away.
"That I can do."
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