Peter and Kate
Kate didn't have anything else going on for New Year's Eve. The day after her birthday, she was in a good mood. And she was wearing her new arrow necklace--actually, she hadn't taken it off since Clint had given it to her--when she stepped into the club. It'd been cold lately, really cold, but that wasn't stopping Kate from wearing a tiny, silver dress. She was here to drink, to dance, and to try and get her mind off a crush. Silly boy. Taking up so much space in her head.
She came over to the bar to order another drink, and sidled up next to a familiar face. "Hey you." She had to raise her voice to be heard over the din. "Fancy meeting you here."