12040/A One Muffin Day

A One Muffin Day
Date of Scene:	16 July 2022
Location:	Star City Coffee
Synopsis:	Summer and Clint meet at Star City Coffee in Gotham and have a delightful first coversation. Hard things are talked on, but in the end, inflatable dinosaur costumes will be had!
Cast of Characters:	Summer Gleeson, Clint Barton

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Summer Gleeson has posed:
Star City Coffee is probably not the best coffee, but it is the closest place to get coffee following a few hours of researching for a story. And momma needs her coffee! Summer Gleeson is a known face to news followers and those that follow the big names out of Gotham, she's even starting to build a larger circle on that end. She's dressed a bit down today, a pair of jeans, a crisp white t-shirt under a grey blazer and sensible shoes.

The redhead is enroute to the door, a determined look on her face as she has her purse slung over her shoulder. Oh yes, there would be coffee!

Clint Barton has posed:
It was a supposed ot be a quick trip to Gotham. Though, that remained to be seen. Nothing ever seemed to go as plan, but this little "mission" was a simple drop and go. Meet up with the client and personally hand them the envelope he had brought with him. The contents were too important to mail and he was not going to risk it not being delivered. However, he was not supposed to meet up until later in the day and he found himself simply walking about Gotham on what could be considered a discount sightseeing tour.

Coffee. That is what was missing. Thus, with a little bit of phone navigation, Clint had found himself outside "Star City Coffee". It had fairly good reviews, like that mattered, so "Star City Coffee" it was going to be. He found himself at the door to the coffee shop as the same time Summer was arriving, grabbing the door and opening it for her from behind a pair of sunglasses and casual dress: a pair of jeans, black addias shoes and a plain grey t-shirt.

"After you. I might take a bit to look at the menu." He givs the red headed woman a nod, following her in.

Summer Gleeson has posed:
Summer wasn't expecting anyone to get the door, but she gives a bright smile to the man in the sunglasses, "Thank you." she tells him as she hurries to get inside the door before anyone might recognize her. She takes her sunglasses off, tucking them inside her purse before she gives another look to the man that opened the door from over her shoulder. Did she know him from somewhere?

There is a little bit of a line inside, so she steps into the next spot and gives a look up the line, then back to Clint, "They have really good muffins if you aren't watching your carbs or if it's a cheat day." she gives a smile to that. She doesn't seem to be in a rush given the line. No one else is either.

Clint Barton has posed:
He certainly was not in a rush. For once it was nice to not have to answer to a specific timeline. FOllowing the woman to the line and standing behind her, a hand going to raises the sunglasses away from his face and upn upon his head. "Good muffins? His eyes peered at the menu at all the coffee listed and he murmured a few of the flavor names softly to himself. "Mocha what? Machiatto? Caramel Capa-what?." A small shake of his head and he firmly states. "Black it is." And yet another day of not daring to try anything different.

"Oh it's a cheat day. And I am going to take your word on the muffins." His eyes drift from the menu back to the woman. "This is going to sound really awkward, but...your voice sounds familiar. Are you like on the radio or something? If not, then just forget I asked. I promise I am not some creepy stalker. Well not anymore." He smiles and then quickly adds. "Kidding. Coffee Shop humor. Which is probaly not actually a thing."

Summer Gleeson has posed:
Summer gives a bit of a grin, "Good muffins, over complicated coffee names. It's the average coffee shop." she nods to this. A lock of her hair bouncing as she does. "Nothing wrong with sticking to what you now." she points out to him. "But sometimes taking a gamble on something new could improve your day." she adds with a smile.

There's a chuckle, "Yeah, I can eat at least two of their blueberry muffins if it's a bad news day or just a depressing day." she admits. He makes the joke about not being a creepy stalker and she gives a strained chuckle, "You'd be surprised how many stalkers I've had." she sighs. "You also don't really give the creepy stalker vibe, Mister Barton." she points out in a quiet voice, not wanting to blow any cover he might have been trying to keep. "To answer the question, I'm a news anchor for WGBS, my name is Summer Gleeson." she offers with an extended hand to shake.

Clint Barton has posed:
It was not the first time he had been recognized in public. It was not like he went out of his way to disguise himself. Despite who he was, he always tried to maintain some level of a typical citizen. It sometimes came with troubles, but for the most part he balanced it well. Okay, more work and less play, but he did his best. There was a small smile given as she used his name and she recieved a small wink as he extended his hand to shake hers. "I take too many gambles Ms. Gleeson. Black coffee is always a safe bet."

He notices a small child pointing with his mother, sitting at a table by the window. He raises a finger and to her and quickly scuttles over to the boy, giving him a quick fist-bump, only to make his way back into line. "Where were we? WGBS? I've watched that before. Yeah, that is you." He too is talking softly to not draw attention. "And I believe the question is Ms. Gleeson as you are almost up: Is it a 2 muffin day?"

Summer Gleeson has posed:
Summer gives a soft smile to him and there's a nod, "Gambles sometimes pay off. Or you fall flat on your face. I've done my share of falling flat." she admits. "But we don't get anywhere if we sit in one place." she shrugs to that. "Black coffee it is then." she nods to him. When he asks for a moment she just smiles at him and watches.

"Yes, WGBS." she confirms. "You can call me Summer, I don't mind really." she tells him. Then there is a warm laugh, "You know, when I came in I was thinking it was a two muffin day, but then things started looking up." she gives a smile to him. "Can I pay for your coffee?" she asks him.

Clint Barton has posed:
"I like calculated risk. You see. I know what I can do. So when I take a gamble, I do so knowing that there is a good chance I am going to succede." He points to the coffee menu before speaking again. "Now. I don't know anything about those. Nor the teen behind the counter that is going to make it. Too many variables. Not a gamble I would take." He gives her another smile.

"WGBS. I've watched that before. I think. Yeah, pretty sure, Ms...I mean Summer. Going to be honest, try not to watch the news much. Unless I need to, or /was/ the news." A soft laugh is given then. "Well, I am glad I could possibly have saved you from a two muffin day. The post-regret can be crippling. And if you want to pay for my coffee, I am not going to stop you. I mean, free coffee? Not a gamble in my book."

Summer Gleeson has posed:
Summer listens to the man talk and there is a smile to him, "Completely understandable on calculated risks, Mister Barton." she tells him. "And some of those creations up there are just a road to diabetes." she adds to him with a shake of her head. "Are you enjoying Gotham?" she asks him.

Then there is a soft nod, "Sadly it's part of my job, so I have to do it. I hate reporting some of the news, but that is sadly the world we live in at the moment." she frowns to that. "I promise I won't go post all over the major news sites. I know you guys don't get a lot of privacy as it is without someone making it worse." she states.She looks to the line as it is moving quicker now, "Yeah, I'd have to go home and get right on the treadmill if I did have two." she chuckles to that. "Thank you." she adds.

Clint Barton has posed:
Just as Summer mentions that some of the creations are a road to diabetes, a man turns after receiving her order with a large Choco-Frapa-Machi-Soy monstrosity and a two danishes, giving her a look of obvious disdain and seeming to say /How dare you?/. Clint steps in with a raised hand and quickly states before the man can speak. "Oh not you Sir. You are going to be just fine with um..." He waves a hand at the man's coffee and food, searching for the words. "Whatever that is. Breakfast of the Gods. Enjoy." The man shakes his head with a small scowl and moves to exit the shop.

"Well on the road." He shakes his head once and turns his attention back to Summer with another smile. "It's your job to report the news, no matter how bad it is. And that's true, I don't get a lot of privacy, but at the same time don't really make any effort to hide anything." He nods his head slowly once. "Well, if youcan avoid the treadmill for a day, then I have saved yet another. Gotham is...Gotham. I do not get down here often. I enjoy the city. Change of scenery. Has its places of charm, like any city. Wish I had more time to explore. Might have to make that a priority."

Summer Gleeson has posed:
Before Summer can say anything to the offended Gothamite there is Clint saving the day and de-escalating the situation. Because that was definitely going to be a thing. She gives an apologetic look to the man, but it does nothing to help. "Sorry about that." she tells Clint. She didn't want to be a trouble maker in a coffee shop. But that was probably an easier situation to handle.

"Sadly being a news reporter means you have to be keyed into everything that's happening. I'm working on my day off for example." she muses to that. "Well, if you've got business today I could show you around some of the sites sometime? If you want some company that is." she offers to him with a smile.

Clint Barton has posed:
"What are you apologizing for? Not your fault. And to be honest. Life is too short to not enjoy what you enjoy. So if it is ever a two muffin day and you want to walk by th treadmill and give it the middle finger; all the power to you." He smiles again. "Are we ever truly /off/ work? I mean if something were to happen right now, I would be inclined to try and assist and you would be so inclined to report it. It's the life we lead Summer."

He raises a hand to run across the back of his neck, a slow nod given. "Well I do have a bit of business later. Nothing too major. I cannot say anymore to that. Don't want to put you in a situation where you feel obligated to question that or report on it." He considers her offer and then nods once more. "Well I a mnever one to turn down company. That's not true. Totally not true. Like sometimes you just want ot avoid people. Like all people. You know what am saying?" He pauses a moment and then continues. "But in this case I think I can overlook that. See the city by someone who knows it.

Summer Gleeson has posed:
"You handle enough situations without having to save me from my opinions on things." Summer tells him with a bit of a soft smile. Then she gives another look to him, "I'm going to have to remember that I'm not chained to my treadmill." she grins to that. Though she gives a sad look, "Yes, that is indeed how things would go." she tells him.

She gives a chuckle and there's a little shake of her head, "I don't know anything and I didn't hear anything." she tells him. "You know, asking you questions or trying to interview you never crossed my mind, I was just enjoying having a conversation and buying someone coffee." she tells him with a warm smile.

"I know what you mean, I do." she points out. Maybe both of them having ties to fame made them see things the same. "I promise not to tell anyone I'm showing you places and I will go incognito so we don't draw unwanted attention?" she offers.

Clint Barton has posed:
"That's good then. You know sometimes I just wanna be Clint. I would not change anything. Don't get me wrong, but sometimes I just want to walk into a coffee shop in a different city in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and engage in normal conversation." He gives her a wink. "And good. I can't tell you anything and might have to make you disappear if I did. So um...yeah. Don't want your treadmill to need therapy."

"He gives another smile at her suggestion of going incognito. "Oh we could totally just get costumes. Might be nice to be able to walk about without having to pose for a selfie. I mena not that I mind doing so, but you know." He studies her a moment and then asks with a raised brow. "I mean don't take this the wrong way, but how famouse are you exactly?"

Summer Gleeson has posed:
Summer gives him a swift nod, "Completely normal stuff." she tells him. "I mean...do you usually wear your Avengering outfit while you're out?" she asks him with a chuckle to that. "Don't answer that." she adds quickly. Then there's a chuckle, "If you have to make me disappear can it be to a slightly warmer and less rainy climate?" she asks him with a bit of a grin. "My treadmill needs replaced really." she shrugs.

The mention of costumes makes her eyes light up and her expressive brows wing up, "Wait...what about those inflatable costumes? We could be dinosaurs or something." she whispers excitedly to him. "I mean, I do reporting nightly and I host my own show? I'm famous in Gotham for sure. Not sure if that spreads to New York City and things. I have fans and people that don't like me. Comes with the territory sadly." she tells him.

Clint Barton has posed:
"I won't answer that. Well I mean, it's nothing to hide. I don't. It's actually in a closet. Yeah, simple closet next to a Thor t-shirt. I don't wear it. I just..it was a gift." Another smile is given. "A less rainy climate? Well if it ever comes to that, I'll make sure you end up somewhere with dryer weather and no treadmills."

At the mention of the costumes he laughs slightly, a shake of his head with his words. "Dino..dinosaurs? I could see that on the nightly news. A pair of T-Rex's headed down 5th. Yeah maybe something a little less...attention drawing? Not that I have never dreamed of being a dinosaur." He thinks about her comment on her fame. "I've seen your news before. Can't speak for your notoriety in Manhattan. I could find out for you if you wanted." Another slight laugh. "Certainly comes with the territory. You have people that adore you and others who wish you dead. Well in your case, maybe not dead. Not saying people are hunting you. You know what I mean."

He watches her a moment before continuing. "Dinosaurs in Gotham...that would be a headline."

Summer Gleeson has posed:
"Next to a Thor t-shirt that was a gift." Summer makes a quiet note of this. "If I ever become a cat burgler I'll remember that." she teases him gently. "I don't know if that should make me feel better or be scared." she muses in response of his disappearing her comment. A litte of both?!

There is amusement dancing in those brown eyes of hers as he laughs on the dinosaur costumes, "No one lets me have fun." she chuckles. "Baseball cap and sunglasses, I'm guessing that's a little more low key?" she asks him. "And no, I don't want to know if I'm famous in Manhattan. I'll discovery it on my own." she muses.

"Or ones that send me a lot of weird things and ask if I want to live in their basement." she shudders. "Not going there today." she whispers to herself. Then she looks back to him, "Those adorable inflatable dino costumes that you kinda waddle around in, no one would expect it." she grins. Then it is their turn in line!

Clint Barton has posed:
The line finally moved in their favor. And the pair finds themselves ready to order, but Clint continues his conversation softly. "I could probably gift the t-shirt if you didn't wear it in Manahattan and sword that if he ever asked you where you got it, that you lied through your teeth and told him: Not Clint." He winces slightly. "Would not want to deal with that."

His hands moved to fold behind his back as he patiently continues to wait. "Well a baseball cap and sunglasses does not mean you can't have fun. Well, not as much fun as a waddling dinosaur. I have to admit, that would be pretty fun. Not ruling it out. Kinda growing on me." He smiles once more. "You've been asked to live in a basement. I am glad you had the good sense to turn those offers down. I mean I am not sure it was so so difficult." Oh the sarcasm in his tone.

Summer Gleeson has posed:
Summer gives a soft chuckle, "I mean, is it a limited edition thing that he signed just for you?" she asks him. "I wasn't interested in the shirt, but now I'm curious." she admits to him. "I would not want you to deal with that fall out either...so maybe the shirt should stay in the closet for now?" she offers.

"I will still have fun, yes. I promise not to be a bummer of a tour guide." she smiles to that. "See, I'm glad that is growing on you. There's all kinds of those things around." she sounds thoroughly amused by the idea. "Maybe I'll do that for Halloween." she tells him. She makes her order and there is a look back to him, "Whatever you want as well." she tells him.

"Oh yeah, the being chained up part was the no deal line for me. No wifi, no coffee, can't go outside and touch grass? Not my thing." she shakes her head.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint leans in and states his order. "Um. Hot coffee. Black. And one of those raspberry danish looking things." Which in fact are raspberry danishes. "It will be there should you ever want. It isn't signed, but probably could get it." He steps back away from the ocunrer after placing his order. "I totally think you should do that for Halloween. Or at least during a news broadcast. Just show up on scene dressed like a T-Rex. Toss a growl in there as well and then waddle off into the sunset."

He laughs lightly at the thought and thn raises a brow once more and cautiously questions. "Wait what? I mean I oculd see the chained part or wi-fi..but no coffee. Oh totally a deal breaker. What an inhuman monster. Those people exist?"

He mock shudders and then softly adds. "I've had my share of uncomfortable letters and gifts. You get used to it; mostly."

Summer Gleeson has posed:
"If you really want to give away your Thor t-shirt you can send it to the station and I'll get it." Summer tells him with a wink. "I won't tell anyone where I got it. I will have been sworn to secrecy." she nods to him. "I'll see if my boss will let me do a news spot as a dinosaur, that will either make him think I have gone completely bonkers or he'll tell me it's the greatest idea ever." she chuckles.

"Yeah, no coffee. What a monster." she tells him quietly. "People say having a sense of humor over it is better than dwelling on it." she admits in a more somber tone. Then there's a look to him, "Has anyone ever sent you anything nice? Like flowers or a new bow or something?" she asks him as she steps down to wait for their order.

Clint Barton has posed:
"Consider the shirt sent. I am sure you will wear it with pride. Better you than having it sit in my closet collecting dust. That rmeinds me, I will wash it first." He too steps to the side, allowing th enext person to walk up to order. "Pick some day, like National lizard day or something. Toss on the costume and watch the rating soar. Genius."

He considers her other words carefully, before replying. "You have to take it seriously, but at the same time not. Keep yourself safe, but avoid the negative comments and such. What we do brings attention, it is how we handle that attention that keps us sane." He thinks a moment longer about her other question. "Oh sure. I have recieved some nice things. Thank you cards. Lot of stuff from kids. Never really flowers. A lot of dinnger invitations, but you say yes to one and well there goes that flood gate."

Summer Gleeson has posed:
Summer gives a look to him and there's a smile, "Thank you for the shirt then, Mister Barton." she tells him. "I'll have to see if there is a National Lizard day. If not...I'll make it." she chuckles to that. "And you can tell everyone that you had the great idea." she grins at him.

She sobers a touch when he gives her advice and she looks grateful for it, "I'd never really heard it put like that before." she admits to him. She doesn't make anymore jokes about it though, putting that part of the conversation behind them. "Yeah, accepting dinner invites are always a slippery slope." she admits. "Or well, from strangers it is." she adds to that.

Clint Barton has posed:
"Yeah I tend to stick to charity events and those type things. Always safer in thse situations. I mean not that I am overly worried. Just try to keep work away from the personal life. Its a hard wire to walk, they seem to blend all the time." He gives her another smile. "Most people are harmless, but always assume they are not until you know for sure. I know, how negartive is that?"

The converdation is then put to rest by him as well. "It's the price of fame Summer. You spend all your lif trying to be famous, only to realize it is not all sugary coffee drinks and danishes."

Summer Gleeson has posed:
"I'm surprised I've not ran into you at some charity events before now." Summer gives a smile to that. "But yes, definitely keeping oneself safe is the main goal in some things. Otherwise protecting others is the goal." she states as she picks up her coffee and her muffin. "It's not negative, you just have a different outlook given experience." she admits to that.

"Yes, that is the price of fame. But hey, fame opens up outlets that we can use in our favor to help people, so I think it's a good trade off somedays." she points out. "And no, not everything in life is all butterflies and rainbows. Or sugary drinks and danishes." she agrees. "Do you want to sit and eat or are you taking yours to go, Mister Barton?" she asks him.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint takes his drink and starts to look for a seat. It is then that his phone goes off and he reaches into his pocket to take the call, looking to Summer with a smile and an expresion that says /just a minute/." The words that come out of his mouth are a softly murmured Russian and when he hangs up he places the phone back in his pocket and addresses her once more with a smile. "My /date/ has been moved up by a few hours. I am afraid I have to..well, see to it." He gives no futher details.

He reaches out to take her hand once more. "This has been fun. I certainly want that tour. I'll make sure I get it. Just um..." He reaches over to the counter and grabs a pen, scribbling a number on a napkin and folds it in half, handing it to her. "We can arrange it. I trust what is on this napkin is private information. Put me in your phone as Dinosaur or something. Then burn it. Don't want to have to change it. SUch a hassle. Yeah been there and done that." He gives her a smile and raises the coffee to her. "Next time it's on me." And with that he pulls his sunglasses down and make shis way for the door.