I do not own the Avengers. If I did, we'd already have a Black Widow movie.
Clint was locking up the flowershop he worked at, stupid boss, asked him to stay late and close up. Probably wasn't going to pay him either, but he needed the job, so close up the shop he will. He turned around and started to walk to his car. He brushed his hand through his dirty-blond while looking down at his phone, so it really was his fault when he bumped into someone.
"Sorry!" He looked up to see a girl with fiery red hair glaring at him.
"Watch where you're going! Geez!" Clint stepped back and tried to help her up, "I'm sorry miss. I was distracted, are you okay?" Maybe being polite might make her not kill him, she was scary looking.
She brushed his hands away, and looked at her cracked phone screen "Of course I'm okay, my phone's not, though! Whatever. It was an accident." With those lovely words, she walked away. Right into the tattoo shop next to the flower shop. Clint brushed himself off while walking to his car and tried to put the encounter behind him.
The next day he walked into the flower shop with that encounter in mind. He couldn't get her out of his head. It was annoying to say the least. But that didn't stop him from putting on his apron and starting work. By the end of the day that redhead was still running around in his mind, and her broken phone.
He decided he would go to the tattoo shop once work was over and offer to get it fixed. About 8 hours later, but he did just that.
He walked into the shop next to his with a bouquet of flowers -just to be safe- she was pretty scary. Walking to the front desk, he saw a guy sitting there reading a magazine. "Excuse me," he said. The magazine guy looked up. He had brown hair combed to perfection, and brown eyes that had a gleam that made him look like he knew something you didn't.
Tony, his nametag read.
"Yes?" Tony asked.
Clint walked closet to the desk, "There was a girl who came here last night. Red hair? I bumped into her yesterday and cracked get phone screen. Do you know her?" The man laughed. "You're the one who bumped into Tasha yesterday? And you're still alive? Damn. Yeah I know her. She works here."
Tasha. That's a nice name.
"Wait. No. Stop. You're here to fix her phone. Not ask her out." He thought.
"Yeah… I was wondering if she was here? I wanted to offer to have her phone fixed."
Tony raised an eyebrow. "And the flowers?" Clint blushed.
Wait! Why was he blushing? Stupid.
"U-umm yeah, I work at the flower shop. I wad hoping that if I have them to her, she won't kill me…"
"And you think flowers would save you?"
Clint turned around at the sound of a new voice. The red head from yesterday. Tasha.
"U-umm yeah. Look, um, I'm sorry about yesterday. I-I'll get your phone fixed though." Why was he stuttering?Clint Barton didn't stutter.
Tasha just looked at him and smirked. "That won't be nessesary." The closer she got to the counter, the larger her smirk grew.
When she finally reached the counter she leaned her head next to Clint's and whispered, "I will take those flowers though."
With that, she hopped over the counter next to Tony, with flowers in hand and walked into the back room.
Tony just looked at Clint with a smirk of him own and snickered, "Whipped." Then looked back down at his magazine.
Clint stood there with a confused look on his face. She really was something.
He'd definitely would be back tomorrow.