"Hey," said the dude across the counter, folding his sunglasses up as he gave her an appraising look. "When someone recommended me here, I didn't realize it would be for the service as well as the coffee."
She thought whether or not the guy was the type to get offended if she told him to back off, or if she should just respond automatically and try to forget about the awful chatting up like she did most times. He seemed cool, though, so she decided to risk it.
"It'll stay good service if you stop coming on to me," she warned him, and to her relief he laughed.
"Fair enough. What's your name?" he asked, and she tapped her tag. "Eva, huh? Pretty name for a pretty girl."
"Last chance, dude."
"Sorry, sorry. Kinda hard to turn it off, y'know? I'm the Falcon- but you can call me Sam."
She resisted the urge to bruise his ego by telling him she had never heard of the Falcon before in her life. "Well, Sam, what can I get ya?"
"Chef's choice," he replied smoothly, and she nodded, thinking up the most expensive drink she could.
"You been in New York long, Sam?" she asked, grabbing the ginger off a shelf.
"Oh, I move around a lot- for work. Top secret, obviously, I can't go into details."
"Obviously," she agreed.
"But I got a call from my friend, he needed me here, and what can I say? New York's been good to me so far."
"Well, I'm very happy for you," she told him. "Who's the friend?"
"Oh, nobody big. Just, you know, Captain America."
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "You're his sidekick! The flying one."
He looked at her disgustedly. "I ain't nobody's sidekick!"
"Sure you're not," she consoled him.
He seemed quite offended, so in a rare moment of workplace empathy Eva knocked a few bucks off the price of the coffee. "Hey," she added, "try again in a few months when I'm not so stressed out and maybe your pickup lines might actually work." Stressed out, hungover, completely convinced that nobody would ever want to date her miserable ass- it was all the same thing.
"Seriously?" he asked, brightening immediately. "I mean- if I can wait that long, obviously. I'm a popular guy."
"I don't doubt it," she said, "and what can I say? You're kinda cute for a sidekick."
"Haha!" he wagged a finger at her as he slipped his glasses on, picked up his coffee and walked out of the shop.
Supers, she thought to herself, they're all mad.
A/N I went to see AoU again yesterday. Better the second time round. Also, I am genuinely astounded at how many people like this.