Link was in a big hotel room surrounded by people, suddenly and without warning he was lurched into the goddess temple, then faced the great fairy who turned into an Evil looking man with what looked like an octopus above his head. "Hail Hydra was whispered in his ear.
Link sat up panting, looking around his small apparment. "And omen." Link wished that was his life, the only cares in the world would be the next trend in fashion. But since he defeated Ganondorf, the goddesses claimed that he still had purpose, and thus made him immortal until he finished his purpose here. He got out of bed and stretched. The walk from his bed to the kitchen was a short one. No walls to separate his bedroom from it. There was a couch facing a small flatscreen tv up against the wall. It was musty and made of old leather but it was comfortable. He had a table a few feet away from the counter with a chair. And his bed was placed on the wall opposite of the kitchen counter facing the rest of the room. His only window had his trunk in front of it.
His master sword, everything from his past journeys was in it. The walls were tinted with dust. And a mini fridged was by the tv. It was small, but it was home. He put his hair in a pony tail, and put on his favorite green hat, and rouged clothes on. A long sleeved grey shirt and a brown sweater of rough materail on over it. He then put on jeans that smelled of metal on and lastly his boots. He put on his leather gloves and his keys. Grabbing a sandwitch out of his minifridge and ran out the door and locked it. He ate his semi breakfast on his way to his shop.
It was right by the biginnings of stark tower, but right out of range of the AI that everyone had been informed of during the tour, so Tony would have to ask JARVIS about him directly, and the chance of that ever happening was very slim. He walked in a seemingly small building with three golden triangles on the front, he had done it himself instead of professionally since it cost more. As he unlocked the door and walked in, he breathed in the musty smell of leather. When you walked in, all you saw was a cafe with a menu of very strange foods like blueshell escargot.
He hummed as he whiped the counters and then went to another door beside the counters where a set of stairs went down. He turned on the lights, which flickered. He went down, where a library was full of old musty books were. Shelves upon shelves had been built. It was his own addition, and hand written articles and scrolls from yours truly had been placed in the shelves full of information.
There were several couched and benches along the walls as well as study tables, since no one could take them home unless they had special permission. The room itself was very tall, and balconys had been built as well since the shelves went to the ceiling. There were 100 shelves in all, full of dust and knowledge. He put books back that had been left on tables and the information counter by the door. He then ran across the room that had been bigger that the throne room back in old time Hylia. He went through another door where shields and sword hung up on the wall. The room twisted and turned, a practice room had been added, at the very back.
There was jewlry with the goddes symbols, and even a replica of the master sword. The armory was in another room by the forge. There were glass trinkets of fairys and statues of a here clad in green. The musical instrument ocarnia was on wall along with handwritten music. Everything from his travels had been replicated and put here in his gift shop of sorts, it was also a practice room where people could train and he also took special orders from customers to make special items.
No one had made requests as of lately. Ever since Stark started building that tower, everyone had been coming to the gift shoppe across the street all themed stark. He looked at the clock. It was almost time to open, and he knew that a few people would already be waiting in the parking lot a few blocks waiting for triforce to open. He hummed and went back up. He unlocked the door and heated up the oven and grill in the back behind the order counter. He put on his apron and waited for customers to arrive, making cold dishes like escargot and frozen river snail. He hummed to himself as he waited.
Most customers went to the library, they would sometimes come back up and order something hot like clam chowder or hot buttered apple. He got a ring in the bar, which was opposite of the doorway to the library. He went down the opposite stairway, where an old time Hylian bar was. A blonde man clad in purple with sunglasses was at the counter. Link went around, and handed the man his drink menu.
"I'll have the Bakon vodca and a string of regular shots," Link nodded and got to work. Soon three shot glasses were in front of the man as well as a glass full of bakon vodca. The man thanked him and handed him a handful of 100$ Link stared at in and smiled. He took it and put an extra drink in front of him on the house. It was an old Hylian drink, the spicy Elixer.
"Thanks, and you don't talk much do you?" A man in the back cradleing a homade beer lauged, "Ol' Link doesn't talk much, only when he absolutly needs to, won't tell us the reason but we respect him enough not to ask. All of us here think of the triforce as our second home. Heck, right beside me is the stairway to the rent out rooms." The man's eyes widened, "Wait you have rent out rooms?" Link nodded, and the man handed him another 100$. "Can I please rent one?" Link nodded and led him to the back.
He handed old Jack a spicy Elixer as he went. He went up the stairs that were much longer than all the others, as they had to pass the ground floor as well. When they came up, the hallways were dark but comfortable. He opened his mouth and spoke, "No one's renting out the rooms so you can rest easy for a little while. The boys like to come after their travels and give me sketches for new jewlry and sometimes swords that I'll make for them. In the middle of the second floor is a bar n' grill. Jack and the others come here at night so it's ofter noisy.
But you don't have to worry because I sound proofed the rent out rooms so nothing can reach past the hallway." The man nodded, "Names Clint by the way, Clint Barton." They made it to his room, which had a full few of Stark tower. "Here we are, most rooms don't have windows, but since you were so generous you can have this one." The room had a small bed and was dark thanks to the black out curtains. There was a desk and a coat rack, and the bed head a fourbed poster for privacy.
There was also a clothes basket by the door as well, and by the bed was a small bathroom with a shower and tub and toilet, and a two sink counter and mirror. The bathroom was covered by a heavy black curtain with the golden insignia of the triforce on it. "I take any dirty clothes you want washed at night. And your bathroom has many washrags and towels so you won't have to worry about any of that. We also provide tooth brushes as well as combs and hair brushes. In the morning is free breakfast at the bar n' grill, and at night I open the doors to the poker room beside the counter in the bar n' grill.
However, I don't do pole dancers, if you want that then you can go across the street, but I don't do that here." Clint looked at Link curiously. "How come your place is so well thought out, most shops here are small." Link shrugged as he handed him the key. "I add on with the money I get from tips, and special order items for the menu and forge." He walked out of the room when he heard a ring in his ear back at the cafe, "Excuse me."
*Clint pov*
I watched the man curiously as he rushed out of the room, I saw the ear piece in his ear, and remeber pressing a button on the counter that said 'press button for service.' It was also on all the tables in the cafe and bar, so that must be how he knows people want to order. Clint called an unamed number in his phone. It rang as few times, as he waited, he opened up the curtain and pushed past the wooden blinds, looking at Stark tower. "Hey Bobbi, I think I found our new hideout. It's got everything and even a view of the show."
