As she looked up from the till, Eva's eyes widened as she saw a man in a purple shirt with his back to her, his hand ruffling his dark, curly hair. Then he turned around, and she realized it wasn't Dr Banner- he wasn't wearing glasses, and his nose was too long.

She missed the doctor; when she saw the rest of the Avengers, it seemed like there was a space that could only be filled by him. Smiling a little, she recalled the first time they had all come in here as a team.

She stared in horror at the wreckage the Earth's Mightiest Heroes left behind them as they exited the shop, and thought of how Mr G was, in fact, going to kill her and leave her body in the dumpster outside. One of them stayed behind, telling the others he would catch them up- he was tired-looking, dressed in normal clothes, and carrying the only two intact cups left back up to her at the counter.

"Sorry about all… this," he said sheepishly, gesturing behind him. "I'll get Tony to reimburse you for the damage later."

"It's fine," she lied, "I like a challenge every now and then." He chuckled. "Thank you, for bringing these up." She took the cups from him and dumped them in the sink behind her.

"Oh no, it's alright," he replied, "would you like any help with the rest of it? I do feel kind of responsible," he added, fiddling with the cuffs of his overlarge shirt.

"Oh, no."

"You sure?"

"It's more than my life's worth to get a customer to do my work for me," she told him, "let alone my job. My boss really isn't into letting me slack off."

"Well when you put it like that," he said, but followed her as she took the mop and bucket round to the tables they had pulled together.

"Don't think I've seen you on the news like I have the others before," she said, pulling one of the chairs back onto its feet. "You new?"

"No, I uh… I just look really different," he explained. "Try picturing me big and green and smashing things."

She smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand. "Oh, right! I'm an idiot. Though you don't seem like a very angry guy," she added.

"I'm good at hiding it," he said, "well, most of the time."

"I doubt the Hulk could make a worse mess than this," she joked, and Banner bit his lip.

"I really do feel bad about you having to clean up after us," he said.

"It's my job, doctor," she said, "really, don't worry."

"We didn't even leave a big tip," he said, and then reached into the pocket of the jacket of his suit. "Tony makes sure I always have money in my spare clothes- aha!" he pulled out a crumpled hundred-dollar bill. "Here."

Her eyes widened. "Oh no, that's way too much," she said, and immediately kicked herself for turning down a hundred bucks tip.

He pressed it into her hand nonetheless. "Just take it to make me feel better," he said. "And thanks for the coffee, by the way. Best decaf I've ever had."

"You are very welcome," she said. "Have a lovely day, Doctor Banner." And she meant it.

It wasn't just because of the hundred bucks that she liked him so much; it was the gesture itself, that he had considered her worth it. That, unlike the others, he was aware of the mess he made. Perhaps it was because of his own power, but the fact that he wasn't as conceited as the others- convinced that the wreckage he made was for the greater good- endeared him to her, although she barely knew him. She hoped he came back soon, for all the Avengers' sakes.

A/N Comic Con tomorrow! Keep an eye out for me- I'm the tall chick in glasses and a Death from Sandman cosplay wandering round with a short chick in glasses and a Zatanna cosplay. Just yell my pen name if you see us and there's a 90% chance I'll respond! (The other 10% is because my hearing's terrible). I know a couple of you are going already and honestly, if you see me? I'll freak out a lot more than you do.