AN: If someone would wrap Sebastian Stan up and deposit him on my door step, that would be great. I'm having a minor whambulance moment.
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I own nothing you recognise. This is all completely un-beta'd and totally fresh off the top of my brain!
Clint house sits. Well, Clint isn't supposed to house sit but he bullies Agent Kirk until she relinquishes Rose's keys. It's either that or break in. And when he says house sits, he actually means pops by every day to water her plants and wonder at the vacant walls and bland furnishings.
It's not what he imagines Rose Tyler's apartment would be like. It is a tiny one bedroom in one of the 'SHIELD approved' and subsidised apartment blocks near the Triskelion. Clint has a studio in one of the neighbouring blocks – it's all he needs – but his apartment is filled with colour and knick knacks.
Rose's apartment is bare. White walls. Wood floor. No rugs. Grey sofa, small TV. No tablet or computer. Small table crammed into the corner of the kitchen / dining room / living area that seems to be used as both a place for eating and for working.
He brings over one of his spare rugs. It is a riot of colour he latch-hooked himself. It goes at the foot of the couch. Clint spends the next week furiously working, and a matching granny square blanket is thrown over the end of the couch.
He visits a thrift shop and comes away with two very cleverly altered paintings – one that has a Storm Trooper rowing a boat on a still lake, another that has all four Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles hiding in plain sight on a city street filled with people.
He hangs them where she will see them when she opens her door.
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