<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/>"Makes me want to learn your name and buy you another drink."  Clint said without missing a beat, he getting up and moving towards her, putting his hand out for a shake.  He had left his beer behind though, she still having the clear option to refuse him and make him go sit back at his table.  "I'm Clint by the way."  He had an easy smile and an easy manner.  It was clear this wasn't his first time doing this, but he also didn't come off as the kind of guy who thought of woman as nothing more than objects to be used and thrown away.  He new that given his history that some people could think that, but those people were the kind that really didn't know Clint but thought they did.  Cap was one of those people, but right now all that was the last thing on his mind.  Right now he was just hoping that the pretty read head reading a book would shake his hand and let him get her another glass of wine, nothing more, nothing less.<br/><br/>A lot of people didn't recognize him outside of his costume, and in this circumstance that was something he was happy.  The fan girl thing was fun once in a while, but the word 'clingy' came to mind very often in those situations.  And don't even get him started on the actual stalkers, those chicks were just plain crazy...And he knew crazy!  Not that red here seemed like that...Then again, hadn't he said the exact same about the last one?<br/>