Bless, the flirty happily married tailor is a little old lady. That makes so much sense. She even calls him Phillip, which nobody does except in very Official manners. Oh no. Oh gosh. Oh this is cute.
Right up until Phil just casually chucks him under the bus. Normally this is not a thing that Clint would mind! Lots of suits come off racks! There is nothing to be ashamed of! But in front of a bespoke-making little old lady tailor? Leah seems momentarily aghast before then getting excited. The glint in her eye kind of excited.
"Uh," Clint fumbles for a moment, "this is just a--" Gift? God. That sounds really stupid and too intimate. Who does that? Gifts a wholeass suit. Besides Phil, apparently. He closes his mouth, effectively ending that sentence, before trying again, even as he awkwardly goes where Leah eagerly beckons. "It's for a special occasion."
Is it? That seems innocuous enough.
"What kind of occasion?" she asks, unfurling some measuring tape with practiced ease. "Funeral, wedding, red carpet? Different cuts and different colors for different tones."
Uh. Shit. "What do you normally do for Phillip?" Because he has to try it out.
She flaps a hand at him. "He has suits for everything; don't change the subject."
"I'll defer to your judgement, ma'am. And his. He has a much better idea of how this all works than I do." Technically. SHIELD uses a lot of scans and biometrics and shit more often than not these days, but they still have practical people who take measurements and pick fabrics and add stylized details.
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Right up until Phil just casually chucks him under the bus. Normally this is not a thing that Clint would mind! Lots of suits come off racks! There is nothing to be ashamed of! But in front of a bespoke-making little old lady tailor? Leah seems momentarily aghast before then getting excited. The glint in her eye kind of excited.
"Uh," Clint fumbles for a moment, "this is just a--" Gift? God. That sounds really stupid and too intimate. Who does that? Gifts a wholeass suit. Besides Phil, apparently. He closes his mouth, effectively ending that sentence, before trying again, even as he awkwardly goes where Leah eagerly beckons. "It's for a special occasion."
Is it? That seems innocuous enough.
"What kind of occasion?" she asks, unfurling some measuring tape with practiced ease. "Funeral, wedding, red carpet? Different cuts and different colors for different tones."
Uh. Shit. "What do you normally do for Phillip?" Because he has to try it out.
She flaps a hand at him. "He has suits for everything; don't change the subject."
"I'll defer to your judgement, ma'am. And his. He has a much better idea of how this all works than I do." Technically. SHIELD uses a lot of scans and biometrics and shit more often than not these days, but they still have practical people who take measurements and pick fabrics and add stylized details.