[If you're at all interested in reading about Bucky's adventures in fashion, read Life in the Fast Lane on my profile cx.]

Winter in New York isn't really something you enjoy. The constant rain and  snow is annoying, and layering up just makes you look like an overweight soccer mom.

You huffs for about the tenth time, trying to extend your umbrella, but it seriously won't work. So you give it one last mighty push of the button and the top goes flying off. Right into someone's crotch.

You know it's a man because he instantly stumbles, grabs onto a nearby bench and sits with a wince.

"I am so sorry," You pick up the umbrella end and toss the thing in a trash can. "That was totally on accident I swear."

He laughs, or tries to laugh, as he takes off his sunglasses and smiles thinly. "It's okay. I'll just need a minuet to.. recover."

"C-Can I get you something?" You sit beside him, bouncing your leg nervously because what if he presses chargers? His hand comes down on your knee suddenly.

"Hey. It's alright, I'm fine. Seriously. See?" He hops to his feet, does a squat and claps his hands. "All better."

You laugh and push a piece of hair out of your face and sigh. "I thought you were going to have me arrested or something."

Now it's his turn to laugh. "Arrest you? Lady, if you would know some of the things people have done to me-" his eyes widen. "No. Not like that. Like, hitting me with rocks or throwing cars at me." You blink, slowly backing away and he shakes his head. "You probably think I'm an idiot now, huh?"

"No," You say, tugging on your bag. "Just crazy. Bye!"

Clint groans, pushing his sunglasses back on and trudges back to the Tower.

"Clinton, just in time! Meet Tony's new assistant, (Y/n)." Natasha says, and Clint swallows when he sees you standing there.