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I just really need a fic involving Coulson and this cover.
It’s the crown jewel of his collection. Original first run line art, mint. It’s backboarded, wrapped, and propped on a low-stress stand on a shelf that doesn’t get any sun.
When Clint sees it (because of course Clint sees it, Clint sees everything, though Phil supposes you don’t become a spy without some innate sense of nosiness) he says:
“Seriously, Coulson. You need a better hobby.”
Phil gently extricates his prized possession from Hawkeye’s (probably greasy) hands and says, “This is my better hobby.”