I love that Kate looks. And I love that she points out he is ridiculous. And I love that she drives and does it so well.
Avengers: comic book style. Photoshopped to make the scenes look like comic book illustrations (looks more like a comic book in high-res though, not so much zoomed out). Text was inspired (and partially based off) Fraction’s Hawkeye. High-res, uncropped images of some beautiful scenes can be found here.
Woooo, finished~ :D Oh Clint, what a special guy. I love that I get to do stuff like this as commissions.
I won’t lie, I’m a little more proud of how this turned out than it probably actually merits, and I’ll doubtless see plenty of things to tweak (it’s done in copic, but photoshop is a magical thing ohyes) about three minutes after I post it, but hey, such is the way of tumblr. |D
I’ll have prints of this next weekend at Yama-con in Pigeon Forge, TN, and thereafter at other cons. Let me know if anybody wants me to put it up on Etsy too~~
…I gave myself pheels looking at this picture…I must share (especially as since I tried to share with Ral and my phone decided to turn itself off while I was writing the text).
So, let’s pretend for a few that this wasn’t from an episode. That this was a moment where Phil was just sitting with the others and listening to them talk about the Avengers, Skye fangirling all over the place about them. And then someone mentions Clint, no one knowing about Phil’s relationship with the archer. Phil sits there listening to them and hearing, FitzSimmons tell all their silly academy based rumors they’d heard about Agent Barton, while Ward filled in with a few of his own, and Skye just gushed about how cool he is and question how the hell he doesn’t actually have any superpowers, he’s just a regular human like everyone on the Bus, but yet he can hit the tiniest of targets at impossible distances. And Phil just sits there, his eyes softening and brightening, that tiny hitch of a smile itching at the corner of his mouth as he thinks about Clint and thinks to himself, “You have no idea just how cool Clint is. Clint is beyond incredible.” and he just misses Clint so much, and he’s so happy that his husband is being recognized and talked about so highly by his new team. And did I mention he really just misses Clint insanely much?
comic version(?) first try
"I know you can Agent. But you might want to let your team handle this one."
"Clint. Please. Stand down."
It’s Phil and Clint’s first Christmas together as a couple sharing the same home, and Clint is as giddy as a kid and hardly even trying to hide it. He decides he wants to go all out decorating, and Phil doesn’t have the heart to point out that they spend most of their time on missions or at HQ and will hardly get to enjoy it. Clint just seems so enthused by the idea that Phil gets caught up in it too, and before he knows it, they’ve gone out and bought a real Christmas tree (Phil hasn’t had one since high school) and a few hundred dollars worth of decorations, lights, and ornaments. If they’re going to do it, they’re going to do it right, after all.
When they get home and get the tree set up (in a newly bought cast-iron tree stand that weighs at least fifty pounds), Phil decides to introduce Clint to some of his family traditions and flips on some Christmas music and goes to warm up some apple cider, instructing Clint to get started on stringing the lights as he does. It’s the perfect way to establish their own traditions, and at the same time it gets Phil out of stringing the lights which is, in his opinion, the worst part of the whole process.
By the time he gets back with a mug of warm cider in each hand, Clint has unravelled most of one package of lights and is staring at the tree like he’s trying to think of the best plan of attack. And Phil suddenly gets it. He suddenly understands that this is the first time that Clint has had a real home to decorate for Christmas since he was six years old. It certainly explains his enthusiasm at the whole process that Phil has come to dread more and more the older he gets.
Clint looks up at Phil, expression a bit sheepish but also kind of defiant, and Phil makes the decision not the bring up that he now knows why decorating is such a big deal for Clint. Instead, he sets the mugs down and makes a faux-annoyed face at his boyfriend.
"I see you, waiting around to save the worst part for me," he said, and Clint just shrugged like that had been his plan all along. "Did you at least plug them in to make sure they light up?"
At Phil’s prompt, Clint immediately goes to the nearest outlet and plugs the string of lights in. They light up brightly, and Clint’s delighted smile is almost enough to have Phil dragging him off to the bedroom to leave the decorating for later. But this is important to Clint, so he’s determined to do it right.
"Okay, give them here," Phil sighed. "I’ll do the bottom half and then you can do the top. Splitting it up will make it less awful right?"
"Yeah," Clint agreed.
Phil started wrapping the lights around the branches close to the trunk, trying his best to get as much light as he could in each spot. He could feel Clint watching him closely as he did so, but there wasn’t really an art to putting lights on a tree. Mostly it was just annoying because it required a lot of moving branches around and untangling the wire from around itself.
He did a little less than half before he offered off the string of lights to Clint and then sat back with his cider to watch. Clint strung the lights carefully, copying the way Phil had done the bottom half exactly. By the time they got to the top, he was on the last string of lights, and he tucked the tail away into the tree before turning to Phil for approval.
"Beautiful," Phil said, and he saw Clint’s cheeks flush pink in the twinkling light.
"So ornaments?" Clint asked, offering the box towards Phil.
"I think we should do the garland first," Phil said, pointing at the chain of little plastic silver balls that Clint had gleefully picked out. "It might be easier if we’re not wrapping it around all the ornaments."
"Right," Clint said. "That makes sense." Phil let Clint handle the garland, which ended up draped around the tree in a winding spiral that looked just a little bit drunk. Still, it gave it a homey feel, and Phil really enjoyed watching Clint put it on, as he had to stretch up onto his toes to get the high parts and then bend down low to drape the lower branches.
"I see you watching my ass back there, Mister," Clint admonished when he finished wrapping the garland.
"It’s a nice view," Phil conceded, smiling into his cider.
"Well come on, help me get the ornaments on."
Phil obediently got up and went to the top box of ornaments. They’d chosen red and silver, only because the store didn’t stock enough purple ornaments to cover the truly massive tree they’d bought. Clint had been put out for a only a few minutes before Phil had agreed to the large, “fun-shaped” ornaments (Clint’s words) instead of the standard glass balls.
As it turned out, they probably didn’t need as many ornaments as they bought, but Clint was determined to get all of them on the branches. It resulted in the tree looking slightly over-decorated, but Phil found that didn’t look bad at all. Bursting with ornaments and the slightly sloppy garland chain, it looked like home and holiday and happiness, and he loved it.
"That’s a fine looking tree," Phil said, staring at it and trying to ignore the floaty, sappy feeling in his chest.
"Yeah," Clint agreed, grinning. "Now for the topper. You want to do it?"
Clint was offering to be polite. Phil could tell that he really, really wanted to put up the topper they’d bought.
"Nah," Phil said, trying for nonchalant, "you do it." Clint shot him a grin and dragged a chair over from the kitchen table. He climbed up on top of it and gestured for Phil to hand over the topper that had, admittedly, been the one thing he’d insisted on choosing. He’d seen it and been completely unable to resist.
Clint planted the Captain America topper with much relish, fiddling with it for a minute before he was satisfied that it was completely straight and sitting properly. Phil didn’t think he’d ever seen Clint so satisfied as when he’d clambered down from the chair and backed up to take the whole thing in.
"It’s awesome," he said, and Phil had to nod in agreement. Clint moved closer to the tree, tweaking some of the ornaments a little bit, like it would make them look less crowded or something. Phil couldn’t resist digging into his pocket for his phone to take a picture.
"Smile for me," he instructed, and Clint obediently looked at him, shoving his hands in the pocktes of his cargo pants and giving him a half smile, trying to look too cool for Christmas but not quite pulling it off. Phil snapped the picture and immediately set it as the background of his phone.
"Thanks for letting me do this," Clint said, in that endearingly awkward way he had when he was trying to talk about feelings. "It was good."
"Well," Phil said. "We’re a family, right? We should have our own traditions."
"Right," Clint answered, looking pleased. He took a few steps until he was right up in Phil’s space, and his hands drifted down to the zipper of Phil’s jeans. "Now how about a post-decoration blow job?"
As he sank down to his knees, all Phil could say was, “This is an excellent tradition.”
You actually choked me up and made me cry.. just jfc