Based on a prompt by @kat-har. Archive post will follow shortly!
“You really don’t have to do this,” Phil said, hovering in the doorway.
“It’s really fine, babe,” Clint said, pulling out another box and coughing at the cloud of dust that billowed off it.
“I promise I didn’t ask you here intending to pawn off all the work. Maybe you could take a break until I—”
“Phil. It’s fine. It might just as well have been me getting called in.” Clint smiled at him, hoping it was reassuring. “I came to help, I’m gonna help.” He waved a hand at the storage unit, piled high with the detritus of Phil’s childhood and teenage years. “Unless you’ve changed your mind about just throwing it all in a U-Haul and driving it to New York—”
“Ugh,” Phil said. “No. We’d end up storing it for another decade before we found the time to deal with it.”
“Then let me help you,” Clint said. Reaching out, he snagged Phil’s hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, scraped a little from where he’d barked his hand on the wall trying to get the rusted padlock open. “That’s what marriage is all about, right? For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, for clearing out thirty-year-old storage units…”