Atlas Gym, Tuesday

[so_hawkward]

Clint had fully intended to work out and deal with administrative crap today, but mail had been piling up and something was wonky with one of the indoor pool's filters and Clint was pretty sure if he left everything for Natasha he'd get a deathglare that would actually turn him to stone (what, she was totally capable of that) so he was at the main desk, twirling around in his chair as he sat on hold with the pool people. At least their hold music wasn't too terrible.

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[so_hawkward]

Clint finally found the mace and gave Stiles a look as he came back out to the desk. "I meant, you're not going to go looking for trouble unless you absolutely have to? If anything happens to you, I'm blaming Derek," he said, offering the mace to Stiles. "Here, you should be able to stick this in your pocket or something to keep it hidden until you need it."

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah sure," Stiles said, reaching in to take his phone out of his pocket, intending to switch it out with the mace. He'd look more normal with his phone in his hand than a weapon to be sure. Only his phone wasn't the only thing that came out of his pocket. Someone hadn't done their laundry since the weekend and an XXL condom flew out of his pocket and landed on the desk.

Well. He'd like to die now.

[so_hawkward]

Clint looked at the condom, and then at Stiles, and then at the condom again. "Is that for you or for someone else?" Hey, if Stiles liked them big, he couldn't judge.

[robinonadderall]

"I uh..." Was it possible for someone to turn that red. "Both?"

[so_hawkward]

Clint laughed and pushed the condom - with just the tip of his finger thank you - towards Stiles. "I guess losing your virginity could help defend yourself too, but I still think you're better off with the mace."

[robinonadderall]

"I thought about it," Stiles said, taking the condom and sticking it in his pocket. "Not too many people willing to have sex with me though. The only two people that have ever been interested are dead."

[so_hawkward]

"That's not your fault." Clint wasn't sure if Stiles blamed himself, but he knew that was how he'd probably feel in that situation. "It's also not something worth rushing into. Just keep yourself protected and try to stay out of trouble. And if you need anything else, just let me know, okay?"

[robinonadderall]

"Thanks, Mr. Barton," Stiles said. "Be sure to rub it in Derek's face that he told me to ask you for help."

[so_hawkward]

Clint laughed. "Oh, you know I will."