Rooftops
Clint took a moment to stare at Coulson’s hand. On the one hand, going inside was probably smart because he’d get warm and dry, but on the other, he wasn’t sure he was ready to go inside and face everyone just yet. “Can we get coffee?” he asked, taking Coulson’s hand.
Grabbing Clint’s hand as a faint smile spread across his face, he helped him up and padded his shoulder. “You can have as many pots as you’ll need.” he told him and began to make his way to the door leading inside.
















