supernanny with capnfanboy

[hawkeyed_hottie]

Clint walked into Phil's hospital room with a bag holding orders of steak and potatoes for both of them. "Contraband anyone?" Clint grinned at Phil, slipping in the door.

He studied his boss, looking him over with a keen eye. "Looking better than I last saw you," Clint said, grinning. "How do you feel? Hungry?"

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[capfanboy]

Phil had been tucked back into bed and given his evening medicine. He had warned the nurses that he was going to be having company for the evening and would it be okay if he stayed past visiting hours? Apparently, things had already been cleared through Fury and Clint would be allowed in.

"If it's anything other than hospital food? I'm starving." Phil smiled and shifted a bit on the bed, making room for Clint if he wanted to sit beside him.

[hawkeyed_hottie]

"There's enough food here to make even Thor happy, but to be fair, it's meant to feed both of us," Clint grinned, getting the food out of the bag. He set the large steak and potatoes with a side of veggies on Phil's hospital tray, grinning.

He set himself on the side of Phil's bed, using part of his tray as a table as well. The only difference between their meal was that Clint's potatoes were mashed. He really liked swirling his meat in his potatoes.

"Alright, show me the woman that can put even Stark in line," Clint grinned, happier than he'd been in weeks.

[capfanboy]

Phil's stomach made a rather embarrassing noise. Since he'd been in the hospital, he hadn't had a good meal. Fury had brought him some doughnuts, but, other than that, it had been all hospital food.

Soon as Clint was settled, Phil turned the TV on. The show was just starting, the announcer telling the audience what to expect from the show tonight.

"You know things are bad if Nanny Jo has to be called in."

[hawkeyed_hottie]

Clint cringed just watching the previews. "If my kid ever talked to me like that," he said, shaking his head. The father was obviously a pussy who couldn't control his own kids and the wife not much better.

He cut into his steak, watching for a few minutes. "You know, I think we should bring her into the Initiative. Make her Stark's handler. He'll spend half his time on the naughty step," Clint giggled.

The image of Tony pouting on the steps of his mansion had Clint grinning from ear to ear, and the giggle had just slipped out!

"Oh!" He reached into his pockets and pulled out two beers, one sadly non-alcoholic for Phil. "Drink up," he said, giving him the Neer Beer. "Best I could do with all the meds they're pumping into you," he apologized. "But if you're a very good boy, I might give you a sip of mine," he added with a sly wink.