Setting Prompt -> Accepting // how embarrassing it must be for a lame guy like hawkeye to meet such a cool speeders like @accenonyx in conditions like this ? -> 001, a convenience store past midnight. — clint
Going out at midnight was not the most unusual thing for chronic insomniac and occasional put on the purple shirt and remind folks that Hawkeye wasn't just an Avenger. He's a full time hero whether or not that's playing with the big boy or busting anyone full of themselves on the street.
Right now? That was not this. It wasn't even midnight. It was one-forty-eight which is not a cool as saying it was midnight. Any cool factor was lost because the destination at which a neurotic Hawkeye could be found was a convenience store kept open at ungodly but necessary hours.
This was not some Daredevil prowling the street of Hell's Kitchen to give bad guys and the true scum of the city a thorough ass-kicking. NOPE. The lights of the store were a tortuously bright light that leaned on the blue side that singed his retinas.
The crappiest cheap coffee is poured into those paper cups that are supposed to be recyclable that no one ever recycles anyways. It's hot, it's dark as can, and bitter to taste but it fuels him up. Late night, or do the AMs count as morning run to grab more keriug cups of coffee until he gets more of the really good stuff and a large pack of beers, along with a few snacks to accompany him for the fact he would probably be asleep by eleven am today.
It was suppose to be an in-out kind of thing, he doesn't even pay any mind to the young girl-twenties, he guesses, who probably either just as sleep deprived as he was or one of those nocturnal people (which insomnia and hero-business typically made him) stocking up on her own binge worthy items.
Some young idiots probably thought this store was easy to hit, or maybe they were the distraction call for some crimelord's bigger plans and needed some idiots to try to cause a ruckus in convenience store that nobody wanted to be in. Clint's got nothing on him, at least in terms of his typical arsenal, black sweat pants with holes in them and his green hulk was right shirt was all he had besides his wallet.
That didn't matter because he could grab just about any item on these shelves and weaponize. That'd be embarrassing for them to get taken down by a pack of strawberry twinkies.
EXCEPT! Clint was not alone in the take down and prevention of a robbery or hold-up or who really cares what these idiots were doing. He tries to persuade the clerk to not even bother calling in and lets them go. They had to have been thoroughly embarrassed with a girl who was FAST and being hit hard with three dollar snacks and soda cans.
Of course, he is being expected to pay for everything he used. Maybe he could have them bill Tony or the Avengers?
❝ Hey! You got fast moves. ❞ He says more concerned with the fast girl. ❝ You do that often? And I'll pay for your snacks as a thanks for the help. ❞ Don't think that was weird, considering Clint does kind of look like a mess right now. Bruises from other days still healing, old sweats, probably smells like takeout chinese food and beer. It's just a thank you, plus he was already going to have to pay for everything else.
