♒ My muse wasn’t looking where they were going and just bumped into yours, spilling their coffee everywhere
Since the Chitauri defeat and the subsequent media attention on the Avengers, Clint hated having to go out in the crowds of New York. His twice daily run in Central Park had been switched to four hours on the treadmill in Stark’s gym and he could no longer use their favourite coffee shop as there were always tabloid press lurking behind twitching newspapers. He had basically become a hermit, albeit a hermit inside a multi million dollar private tower.
Today was different, today he felt he was going stir crazy, so hidden under a baseball cap and his favourite grey hoodie, he ventured out for a run. All was going well, he’d almost finished his usual route and was feeling much better about being out of the Tower and back doing what he used to, when he was certain he hear someone call his name. He turned his head towards the source of the sound, but continued running, ploughing straight into persons unseen. “Aw crap, jeez I’m so sorry.. That was totally my fault.”
"Even when she’s asleep." Trixie laughed, "Seriously I shared a bed with her when we went to warped tour, I woke up covered in bruises and not the fun kind." Trixie bent down to look in the glass display as she spoke.
"A white chocolate mocha and a slice of red velvet cheese cake, if you don’t mind." She asked. Taking their number stand she went over and sat in her usual booth, a corner booth with padded leather seating running along the wall.
Trixie slid into the booth and tucked her legs underneath her. “So do you normally let your co-agents daughters whisk you away to the dangerous part of town? Not that you couldn’t handle yourself.”
Clint paid for their order and followed Trixie over to the booth, “you’ve got some real interesting friends. Sounds like fun.”
He stopped to think for a moment when she reminded him that she was Phil’s daughter, yeah, it’s kinda weird. “I gotta admit, this is the first time it’s happened. But then it’s the first time I’ve dumped coffee all over one. And I wouldn’t say this was the dangerous part of town, I used to practically live in the bars around here when I first moved to New York. And I used to live in Brooklyn before I moved to Stark’s place, so y’know.. it’s not really that bad.”
"No, I guess its not." Trixie grinned, her burgundy painted lips stretching over pearly white teeth. "Huh its strange that I haven’t met you sooner then if you’re living with Tony. He and I are old drinking buddies. He knew me when I was still a teenage socialite, took me under his wing and all that shit; made sure I didn’t get too involved in the darker side of things." As she spoke the waitress brought the order over, Trixie’s eyes lighting up as the cheesecake was laid in front of her.
"Oh my god this is like orgasms but better." She moaned after the first bite of the white and red desert. Realising what she said the piercer shot Clint a sheepish grin. "Sorry."