The maroon man was back the next day; this time only for three drinks- Captain America's, Black Widow's and War Machine's. "Good morning, Eva."
She stiffened. "How d'you know my name?" she demanded.
"I know everything on the internet; upon seeing your face, I automatically gained access to all of your social networks. Also, you're wearing a nametag."
"Oh." She'd forgotten about the tag; nobody else ever took notice of it, after all. She felt somewhat mollified by him bothering to read it, perhaps as much as she was creeped out by his ability to internet stalk her. Still, at least he hadn't dug much- she didn't want a superhero knowing too much about her. Not that she was particularly interesting; just that she was convinced she was a terrible enough person in everyday life for them to want to hunt her down. "That's alright, then."
"You don't seem to be as… intrigued by my appearance as everyone else does," he observed. A bespectacled man who had previously been staring open-mouthed over his typewriter shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Don't get paid to be intrigued," she replied, and he smiled. "Besides, we get enough superheroes in here, I kinda developed immunity. What's your name, then?"
"I…" he faltered. "I am not entirely sure."
"Well, you are only three days old," she reassured him, "even if you don't look it. What do people call you?"
"Now, they call me the Vision. They used to call me Jarvis, though. In another life, I suppose you could say. Not anymore."
"Vision it is, then." Chocolate dust, the same color as her hair, had spilled over the back of her hand- she brushed it off her slightly sunburnt skin as she skidded the cups along the counter towards him. "Word of advice? If you don't like being stared at, lose the cape."
"I don't actually give a damn if they do or not." As she moved closer to him, she saw that even his eyes were funny; they reminded her of camera lenses, the way the irises revolved and focused around the pupil.
"Suit yourself," she said, "besides, I don't see enough capes around nowadays."
He laughed softly. "So they pay you to give people advice?"
"No," she said, "but I like you."
He smiled again- his smile at least seemed human, he didn't have USB sticks for teeth or anything. "Thank you."
She shrugged, and glanced up at the clock. "Now leave me alone. My shift finishes in a minute and I can't clock off while there's people queuing. No offense."
A/N where did you all come from? I expected this to get two follows, tops. Following your feedback, this is going to stay lighthearted and friendship-y, if I can manage that. Anyway- any guesses as to who's doing the next coffee run, now that our flying, purple, laser-foreheaded friend has had his turn? I would give you a clue, but I'm mean.