A/N Hello all! I decided to just post these little ideas till one inspired me to write a story! I don't own Marvel! Enjoy!
Casey looked up when the bell to the bakery chimed, letting out the scent of fresh pastries as well as letting in the scent of the city as it awoke. Like a lumbering beast from a winter hibernation. Her eyes brightened as they alighted on the harried man shuffling to her counter while simultaneously digging through his pockets and briefcase for his wallet. By the time he reached her she was already tallying his order and laughing softly as he found his wallet and gave a victorious cry before finally looking at her.
His disheveled hair and dorky grin never failed to make her smile, he was just so damned cute. Before she could speak she heard a throat clearing from behind him, drawing her attention to what had to be the…..hairiest and angriest looking man on the planet. Her eyes found his hair….were those horns?! Her wide eyes found the soft orbs of the man at her counter, blinking at his nervous posture. "Peter? You okay?" She asked as she held her hand out for his cash at the same time she grabbed a flaky cheese Danish from the display case. When he put the money in her hand, one of her pet peeves, she pulled back only for his fingers to wrap around hers.
She gave a startled squeak, looking up at him with question in her eyes. Peter cleared his throat nervously, cheeks pinking as his eyes averted. The man cleared his throat again, muttering what sounded suspiciously like "Ain't got time fer this shit, Parker" before giving Peter a glare. Peter fidgeted, stammering out his words as his palm began to soak the bills he'd folded between their hands. "Peter?" She murmured, head tilting as she tried to figure out just what had the usually affable young man so nervous. Her voice seemed to do the trick, his eyes finally meeting her with a determination born of weeks of pining and pep-talks. "C-casey, uhm, do you like coffee?" He asked, desperately trying to force the words into correct order.
Her brow raised and she stared at him then down at her boldly displayed "Gimme the coffee and no one gets hurt" shirt. Her eyes found his again and widened as the gruff man finally gave a very inhuman growl and snatched Peter up by the back of his collar, jerking forward as his hand pulled then released hers. "He wants to take you out, you good with that?" He snarled, eyes wild as she nodded, if nothing more than to get this behemoth with rage issues out of her shop. "Say seven tonight? He'll call ya." He turned and left, dragging a very apologetic looking Peter behind him who only waved feebly while he clutched his crumbling Danish in his other hand. She blinked so many times she gave herself shutter vision until she was very sure it wasn't a dream. For one thing, Peter had given her a fifteen dollar tip. She sighed and shook her head and set up the coffee maker.
God damned Mondays.