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SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME & THE SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPING.
i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.
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Phil Coulson | MCU | OTA
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[To his credit, Phil was truly trying to read the book he had chosen to bring on this little getaway. It was A Confederacy of Dunces, something he had read more than once, as shown by the well worn cover, and thumb mark on the binding.
So perhaps he shouldn't feel too guilty if his eyes occasionally strayed to Steve, who was working on stoking the fire in the little cabin. It had taken more than a bit of negotiating to get them both the time off, for this. Both of their schedules were less than conventional (to say the least), and he had been somewhat surprised when Steve had mentioned going up into the mountains for a while.
Phil had thought that after being encased in ice for decades, the super soldier might have wanted to avoid snow for a while.
But those thoughts were in the back of his mind as he peered over the top of his book, smiling absently at himself.]
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He wasn't going to be suggesting they go out hiking in the stuff anytime soon, though. They'd gotten in. They'd get out. They could worry about snowball fights and sleigh rides next time - or tomorrow morning, if he was feeling particularly confrontational.
Tonight, he was worried far more about getting that fire built up and then moving back to the sofa and Phil. He picked up the Agent's legs once he was seated, intended to put them in his lap.]
Are you actually reading or just looking at the pages?
[Part tease, part looking to know if interruptions and distractions were welcome.]
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[Phil moved to let the book rest on his chest, a small smile gracing his lips. He might never voice it, because every time he did Steve told him he was being ridiculous, but he still was a bit amazed that this even was something that happened to him.
There had been no small amount of hero worship when he had first met Steve; but in his defense he had grown up in adoration of the idea of a man, of someone who had given everything to protect a country. Captain America, the idea, not the man, had been the reason he had joined the military, in the first place. That he had joined SHIELD, and given up most of his own life to work for a group that ensured that others were able to keep theirs.
It wasn't until after he 'died', that he was able to actually get to know the man, and not the legend. And somewhere along the way...well. This had happened.
And there were some days he wondered if he had never been resuscitated. That this was just some elaborate dream. But they had been through enough scrapes for him to know that wasn't true.
Steve was very much real, and very much someone he could consider 'his'. At least, for now.]
Something that could easily be put away, if you wanted.
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He was very definitely human and that it was the person that Phil wanted was a relief that... didn't even come close to his relief that Phil was still alive, but still let him breathe, relax, and jut be. That Phil was a strangely calming and balancing influence was even better. It was why he was in a cabin surrounded by snow and cold and okay. Why he was relaxed back on the couch, rubbing small circles on Phil's ankle with his thumb, teasing and smiling.]
It's up to you. We made it here. If you want to spend the entire week reading, I'm not going to complain. [Much. Maybe.]
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When it had just been him, Clint, and Natasha, it had been difficult enough; with the team expanded, it sometimes seemed daunting. But he did what he could, to be the hand on a shoulder, squeezing, or more often the voice in an ear piece, voice cool and in control, walking them through the mission.
It was only with Steve that he actually was able to relax, to let some of that facade fall away. They were both products of expectations, and ideals.
So if they could help each other navigate the world, and find each other simply as two men...then for all the better.
Flexing his foot as Steve moved his hand, he let the smile spread just a bit more.]
I didn't rearrange our entire schedules so that we could find time alone...and then use it only for reading.
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He slipped his fingers a bit under Phil's pants and scratched, lightly.]
I won't pretend to be disappointed by that. Put the book down and come here properly, then. Before I pick you up and carry you where I want you.
[Mostly, mostly teasing. Possible, but not likely without better cause, really.]
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He gave Steve an even look, even as he moved to shift his body.]
For the record, threats don't work on me. They usually make me very chose exactly the opposite of what you wanted.
[He smiled; Steve well knew that, as it was. Going to sit next to the other man, Phil knew that they would adjust themselves accordingly soon enough, an easy negotiation of limbs.]
I just happen to take what you said as a request.
[And he took the opportunity then to lean in, pressing lips to matching pair.]
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[Phil barely glanced up from his paperwork to regard the 'bouquet' (for lack of a better word) of carrots that Clint was currently holding. He could, in some ways, be considered almost done. Except that it was Phil, so there was most likely another four hours of paperwork that could be done...
...but unless Clint had lost his utter mind, Phil would put that work off for later.
So finally, he signed his name to a page, then looked up, quirking an eyebrow.]
But this isn't what I meant, either.