<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m123cwjEk41qzcy4fo1_400.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Clint Barton<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Autumn<br/><hr/><br/>Clint had done...Well he supposed in the last two weeks.  Granted<em>he</em>supposed this, according to everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D he was falling apart.  But I mean what the hell did any of them know?  They fought superpowers people and creatures all year around, if a single one of them could explain to him how to maintain a normal relationship he'd love to hear it.  And as for the drinking, what the hell did they care?  It's not like he'd pulled a Stark and blown up a bunch of buildings while in a drunken stupor.  He'd been on his couch, drinking a beer and eating pizza, not hurting anyone.  And this whole situation with Jess was frankly, nobody's business.  He'd fucked the thing up and you know what, he knew it and was dealing with it.  They'd just have to do the same and leave him the hell alone.<br/><br/>Lucky for him, since the situation at weapon X and the subsequent saving of the Scarlet Witch, things had been pretty damn quiet.  He'd more than plenty of time to spend with his red headed friend, and true to her style had almost gotten him killed a few times in the last few days.  So while walking down in Manhattan after a long day spending some money he figured he could burn, Clint was thinking to make his way back to Brooklyn.  Which is when he saw an absolute beauty of a red head sitting alone and eating some kind of chocolate thing and drinking red wine.  Can never have too many friends, the Avenger thought with a grin, he tossing the chili dog he was currently eating and walking into the joint.  He was pretty sure he'd been a there a few times...Ya he had.  The concierge came to him right away despite his dress and sat him within view of the beauty he was going to at least try and have a meal with.<br/><br/>He was sat down, ordered a hugely over priced beer and they noticed she was reading.  Leaning towards her table he said, "Excuse me?  What book you reading?"