"I still think you should've stayed at home," said Barton, to a woman holding a very fidgety baby. Two other kids were clinging onto the man's legs, like an extremely rubbish pair of shoes.
"Clint," said the woman, jiggling the baby on her hip. "It's only for one day, and the kids wanted to see the city. It's not like we're dragging them into the middle of HQ, is it?"
"Why you gotta be so damn reasonable?" Barton grumbled, planting a kiss on the woman's cheek before turning to face the counter. "Hey, again."
"Um," said Eva, "no offense, but since when were you Mr Happy Families?"
"Too long," he muttered, then shrunk under the look his wife gave him. "I was kidding, sweetheart. Go take the sprogs and sit down." He smiled at her, then looked back at Eva as his face fell. "Family trips are hell," he told her in an undertone, "kids are great when you have them in their own territory. Ever tried to get three under tens in a taxi? Nightmare."
She chuckled at his distress. "Makes the battle of New York look like playtime, right?"
"Oh, you have no idea. My usual, cinnamon latte for Laura and… this place doesn't really look like it has a kids' menu. Oh, God. I didn't think this through at all."
"I'll froth up some milk and sprinkle cocoa powder over the top," she said, "bubbles and chocolate, kids' two favourite things. But seriously, I had no idea you were a dad. Like, a normal dad."
"Two sets of kids," he said, "those three, and the Avengers. Thanks for the littl'uns' drinks, by the way."
"No problemo," she shrugged, pulling two espresso cups out for the tinies. "Gimme the baby's bottle, I'll fill that up too."
"You're an angel," Clint enthused, pulling a bottle out of his pocket, "honestly. If ever you need an apple shooting off someone's head, well- I owe you a favor."
"I will try to remember that," she said, "should that opportunity ever miraculously arise. So that explains the long absences from HQ, then."
"Yeah. It's kind of a secret though, so-" he tapped his nose, and she winked in response. "Safer that way."
"What're you doing with 'em in New York?" she asked him.
"All the cliché tourist stuff in Manhattan… couple museums, Empire State and stuff like that."
"Try Inwood Hill Park," she said, "last virgin forest in the state, it's gorgeous. Let 'em run around and let off some steam; better there than in a museum, after all. There's some really cool caves- it's amazing, you forget you're in New York at all."
"Might need that when they start getting homesick," he figured, fiddling with his wallet. "Here you go."
She raised an eyebrow at the tip, since it was twice what she normally got. "Mr Barton, you don't have to-"
"Sure I do," he said, balancing the cups between his fingers. "You went above and beyond the call of barista duty."
She blushed a little. "Thanks, then. Enjoy your day, Mr Hawkeye."
"You too."
A/N So the Civil War trailer's awesome, could do with some Vision in it but awesome, BUT for someone who writes a fic about humanising the Avengers and focusing on their friendships and stuff, my reaction probably should have been more geared to, y'know, the plot and characters and how upsetting it all is, rather than "I want Bucky Barnes to punch me in the face with his badass metal hand and then make out with me a bit a lot"