So, this is my first fanfic. I'm a bit nervous actually, I'm not a native writer so there will probably be mistakes. I hope you still like it.
It started like any other day, with coffee.
He was holding the coffeepot close to his chest when he tripped over something.
"What the fudge," Clint yelled when he saw something ran past him. Falling painfully on the ground. Which hurt because he just came home last night from medical, where he was held captive because of a bullet wound in his arm (This is but a scratch!" "No Clint you have a hole in your arm and you are bleeding, go to medical")
He looked up when he heard Phil walk in. "What happened," asked Phil holding his own steaming cup of coffee which reminded him.
"Aw coffee no, I'm really not awake enough for this," said Clint looking mournfully at his spilled coffee. Rubbing his backside and trying not to step in his coffee. He looked at Phil with a disappointed face and asked in surprise "When did you get here".
"A few second ago, didn't you hear me get in?" asked Phil with a doubtful look on his face as he sipped his coffee. Clint looked wantonly at the coffee and made grabby hands. Phil the good boyfriend that he is handed the coffee over to Clint, who immediately drank the whole cup.
"No, I hadn't had my coffee yet. And my ears hurt, so I didn't have my hearing aids in," Clint said looking around. "Did you see that"
"See what?" Phil asked in confusion and glanced around to see if he saw anything. "Did you take your antibiotics" he asked putting his hand on Clint's forehead feeling for warmth.
"Yes!" waving his hand at Phil he went to the kitchen to grab the bottle at the counter, and waving it at Phil. Who rolled his eyes and went to the couch to watch a recorded episode of supper nanny.
Clint stuck his tongue out behind Phil his back.
"Don't think I didn't see that," yelled Phil
Clint gave a glance around and shrugged, thinking he must have imagined it.
I hope it wasn't to bad. Tips are not expected but always appreciated. Till next time.