Bobbi sipped her soda and glanced around. "You sure have a romantic idea of a good time, Clint."

"Ah, you know me. I like the finer things in life." Clint replied, winking at a group of girls watching the two.

(Clint's idea of a good time apparently involved a neon-trimmed jukebox restaurant named Flo's Diner.)

Bobbi reached across the table and flicked him. "You're not supposed to invite a girl to dinner then flirt with other girls. That's just wrong."
"But it feels so right..." Clint hummed. Bobbi flicked him again. "Agh! Okay! Sorry!"

The blonde superhero sat back in her chair and watched her former commander guardedly as he grinned at her.

Finally, Bobbi couldn't resist. "What?"

"What what?"

"Why do you have that goofy smile on your face?"

" 'Cause you're pretty." Clint looked at her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Good answer, Barton. Keep it up and you might get a girlfriend." Bobbi returned without missing a beat.

"Well, Miss Morse, I'd like that girlfriend to be you, if you'll have me."

"I'll need some time to think, you know. The closest thing I've had to a boyfriend as of late was a Tarzan wannabe."

At Clint's questioning look, she added, "It was my first mission. I went to a prehistoric jungle oasis in Antarctica."

"You have quite the wit."

"I wasn't joking." Bobbi responded innocently.

"Sure...so. Mockingbird, huh?"

"Yep. S.H.I.E.L.D. Special Agent Mockingbird to you."

"Why 'Mockingbird'? Are you gonna peck my eyes out?"

(Clint's idea of a good night was watching a marathon of Alfred Hithcock films.)

"No. It's clearly because of my angelic singing voice." Bobbi answered dryly, passing the waitress her glass for a refill.

"Remind me not to take you out for kareoke."

"Hm?"

"You know, sarcasm. You were sarcastic just then. Because, mockingbirds can't sing, right?" A puzzled look crossed Clint's face.

"Mockingbirds can sing!" Bobbi protested hotly. "They just like to mimic other birds! But they can sing."

Clint snorted, "You're like the only person I know who could get defensive over a bird."

"Mockingbirds can sing."

"Uh huh."

"Crows can't sing."

"Right."

(Bobbi's idea of sheltering her dignity was more like a 4th grade science class discussion.)

The dinner ended within the hour and as Clint walked his date through the crowd, snowflakes danced through the air. It was nice-and not just because the dainty snow and the radiant lights of the city crafted a beautiful scenery. The snow, lacey bits of crystals, and the brilliant lighting plastered across every building almost contradicted each other: the soft nature and the bright machinery. Bobbi leaned against Clint as he slung an arm around her shoulders.

And it was nice.

It was an unspoken agreement they had that he would drop her off by sky-cycle onto the Helicarrier's roof. It was an unspoken agreement he had with the Avengers that he would quietly enter the mansion and stamp the snow off his sneakers. It was an unspoken agreement he had with Steve that he would personally apologize to Nick Fury for hacking into the S.H.I.E.L.D. database. All of those unspoken agreements were completed without grumbling or complaints from Hawkeye.

And it was nice.

A quick end to the story, but I felt like wrapping it up this way. :)

Thanks to all the reviews and advice, people. Thanks to everyone who read even if you didn't review. And thanks for bearing with me for three chapters. XD

...Tambien, if anyone didn't get the Alfred Hitchcock part, that was a reference to his movie Birds. In which birds went psycho-omnicidal and pecked the eyes out of everything that moved. I watched it when I was like 6 so it kind of imprinted in my brain, haha.