This chapter is dedicated to Wallis, whose name on twitter for several months after AoU was "Pietro pls". If that's not love, I don't know what is.
A few months ago, during the Battle of Sokovia
Eva always knew when there was a worldwide crisis happening, not because of the news, but because the Avengers always ordered an extra shot of espresso each.
The night before Sokovia was lifted into the sky, Eva was working a busy late shift in the coffee shop in order to actually afford her rent that month. Hipster bloggers loved to write by moon- or rather, street-light, so it was one of their busiest times of the day and as such the queue stretched almost to the door.
One moment, she was serving the stereotypical man in horn-rimmed glasses and a beanie, then she blinked and someone else was stood there, the people behind him staggering as he must have barged through them. He was in running gear, and although his hair was bleached white there were darker roots beginning to show.
"I have list," he said, in a heavy accent.
"That's nice, sir," she said, giving him a cool look. A glance at the piece of paper told her he was doing the Avengers' coffee run, so she put two and two together and guessed that he must be some sort of super in order to appear there so fast. "But I'm going to have to ask you to go to the back of the queue."
"But this is urgent," the man said, as if that would change anything.
"Then I suggest you go to the back now and don't waste any time arguing with me," she replied, and, scowling, the man suddenly appeared at the back of the line, a trail of silver marking his path. He watched her, as if hoping to see her reaction, but Eva- being Eva- didn't even flinch.
She worked her way calmly through the queue, keeping one eye on the man as he hopped from the ball of one foot to the other, eyes flitting impatiently from her to the door. When he finally got to the front he shoved the list under her nose and she rolled her eyes as she turned away from him to the machine, hoping that none of the caffeine was for him.
"So are you the newest Earth's Mightiest Hero?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder.
"I do not know," he said, "please hurry. We have somewhere to be."
"Chill, sweetheart. I'm getting there." He was quite pretty, but his manner annoyed her; besides, she was automatically going to dislike anyone who skipped a queue. "If Tony Stark can wait, then so can you."
"I have money."
"I should hope so," she said, as he dropped a hundred-dollar bill on the table.
"Tell me when you are finish."
"Hang on!" she told him, her own patience running thin. The only thing stopping her from deliberately messing up the order and having to start again was that they probably had quite an important job to be doing. "Okay, I'm do-"
"Thank you." A silvery blur whipped over the counter, grabbed the drinks tray out of her hand and streaked out of the door, its jetstream sending napkins flying.
"-ne." She scowled. "Freakin' supers."
A/N I have one of those bobblehead Pop Vinyl things and it's Vision and he watches me from my shelf as I type this. He's almost as cute as the real thing.