Marvel Movie Universe, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson
Title: Side By Side
Author/Artist: lil_1337
Theme: Five pieces of leather - Gloves
Rating: G
The gloves were Clint's there was no mistaking the soft black leather or the way they were designed to protect only the undersides of the fingers and the palms. Phil swore he could see the shape of Clint's hands in them from the way they had molded to his form from wear; the stretching and shrinking from sweat, rain and salt water from a dozen ops where Clint had ended up in the ocean. Unlike his bow, arrows and quiver which he treated with a fierce protectiveness the gloves were neglected, in no small part because they made Clint's hands feel smothered unless he was actively shooting. They were the thing he took off and dropped where ever he was at the time. Currently they resided on the middle of Phil's desk lying discarded among the pens, pencils and top secret reports scattered across it.
Smiling just a little bit, Phil picked them up and went to find their owner. If it seemed like a transparent excuse to see Clint, then leaving them abandoned on top of Phil's paper work was just as see through as an invitation to be Phil and not Agent Coulson for a few stolen moments.
Author/Artist: lil_1337
Theme: Five pieces of leather - Gloves
Rating: G
The gloves were Clint's there was no mistaking the soft black leather or the way they were designed to protect only the undersides of the fingers and the palms. Phil swore he could see the shape of Clint's hands in them from the way they had molded to his form from wear; the stretching and shrinking from sweat, rain and salt water from a dozen ops where Clint had ended up in the ocean. Unlike his bow, arrows and quiver which he treated with a fierce protectiveness the gloves were neglected, in no small part because they made Clint's hands feel smothered unless he was actively shooting. They were the thing he took off and dropped where ever he was at the time. Currently they resided on the middle of Phil's desk lying discarded among the pens, pencils and top secret reports scattered across it.
Smiling just a little bit, Phil picked them up and went to find their owner. If it seemed like a transparent excuse to see Clint, then leaving them abandoned on top of Phil's paper work was just as see through as an invitation to be Phil and not Agent Coulson for a few stolen moments.