The next customer was a bedraggled-looking man in late-middle-agehood; he grinned at Eva as he approached the front of the queue.
"Um," she said, once again feeling like she recognized him, "can I help you, sir?"
"Ooh! Yes, please," he said, in a slightly slurred cockney accent. "I would like…" he glanced at a disapproving man in a suit by the door, who nodded once. "I would like the most expensive thing you do!" he declared, and giggled.
"Sure," she said, more than a little weirded out.
"I'm Trevor, by the way," he said, extending a hand. "Trevor Slattery."
"I… feel like that rings a bell," she said slowly, and he nodded enthusiastically, pulled out a pair of old fashioned sunglasses and slipped them on before sobering his expression into something near terrifying. "Oh! You're the Mandarin!" she realized. "I thought you had been arrested."
He leaned close to her and tapped his nose. "Higher powers have decided otherwise," he said, in a very loud whisper. "This is, as they call it in the books and shit, my last supper. Or at least, they think it is, heh heh."
"Ri-i-ight."
"I saw a phrenologist once," said Trevor, very earnestly. "He said that my cranium was destined for great things. He wasn't wrong! My mother would be... so proud." He pursed his lips and bowed his head for a moment. "Excluding my actions in the summer of '98, of course. Gambling has always been the greatest of my vices. But it was a bloody big boat, I still maintain that."
The suit came forward to pay for his drink, and gave her a look that conveyed that Eva's telling anyone Slattery was here would result in her death - and that was if she was lucky. Trevor waved goodbye to her as he was practically dragged out of the shop, and it took her about half a minute to regain some grip on normality.
She was friends with the Avengers, after all. She probably should tell them that the bloke who everyone had thought was one of the world's foremost terrorists had bought a drink from her. But then she had also promised to stay out of world-saving stuff, and she had just been given a very threatening look, and he was just some stoned guy in a pair of sunglasses. He seemed to be about as much a threat to world security as a kid on their My First Laptop, so she decided just to pretend the meeting had never happened.
Just another normal day in the life of Eva Kresk.
A/N can you tell I'm running out of superheroes? Civil War needs to hurry up already, I need fresh meat. (And yes, there will be a Jessica Jones chapter, as soon as I find time to watch Jessica Jones.) Mind you, Trevor is objectively my favourite character in the MCU.
(Sat in the back of my head is a small epic detailing the events of Trevor Slattery's life post-All Hail The King oneshot. Whether it will ever actually see the light of day is a matter for another time)