Kate Bishop is practically an Avenger. (hawkeyetoo) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-03-01 21:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kate bishop (hawkeye), loki odinson |
Who: Loki and Kate Bishop
When: Recently
Where: Cafe
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Now that Baxter Bakery was back up and open for business, Kate knew where she was going to get her coffee today. She’d run out at home, and was probably going to hit withdrawls if she didn’t get a large cup of the black stuff into her belly. She had to be at the fencing school in a half hour for a class, which gave her plenty of time to pop into the bakery. Though, it was a terrible place to get a cup of joe as there were so many goodies there to tempt her.
She was standing in line, staring down into the pastry case, debating getting a muffin. That wasn’t so bad, was it?
Loki was adapting quickly to the new body. That was sort of what he did, really - adapt. There were weirder things that could happen, anyway. But while he had gotten used to the whole being nineteen again (he’d even called in a favour from the Agency and gotten his records changed up a bit), he had no idea what nineteen year olds did. He’d been traveling for most of that real part of his life. Loki figured he had experiences to catch up on.
While he was out and about, he saw Baxter Bakery open and figured he was due for a latte. He got in line behind a girl who seemed to be uncertain as to what she wanted to get, so raised his eyebrows. “I can tell you don’t know if you want that or not. The answer is yes. You do.”
Kate turned to glance over her shoulder at the dark haired guy behind her in line. It was easy communicating with guys her own age (or possibly a little younger?) because there was no tension there. He wasn’t her type. It removed one unknown from the equation right off the bat--one that might make her stumble in other situations.
She gave a smirk. “I do?”
“Yes.” Loki raised his eyebrows. Mostly, he was an impatient person, and the longer she took making up her mind, the longer he took getting his coffee. “You wouldn’t be debating it so much if you didn’t want it.”
“Well, want and need are two very different things.” Kate said, softly. “I may want it, but do I really need it? Will I be regretting it later?” She asked, almost playfully, but not quite.
“If your biggest concern is regretting a muffin later this evening, then I am very envious of your obviously easy life.” Loki shrugged a shoulder. It was of little concern for him. “The bigger question is whether or not you’ll regret not having it later. One muffin never killed anyone. And if it did, then it’s a good story to tell in the afterlife.”
“Things only bother a person when they let them.” Kate didn’t actually have that easy of a life. There were a lot of things that probably should have bothered her more than they actually did. But he’d touched a nerve. She got a little defensive. “I think I’ll pass on the muffin,” she added after a moment’s consideration. Then it was her turn, so she stepped up to the register and ordered her coffee.
Loki narrowed his eyes at the back of her head, because some people just didn’t know how to have fun. Once she had ordered, he resisted the urge to say finally as he stepped up to the register - where he got his own latte as well as the aforementioned muffin.
“You should have mentioned that you wanted the muffin,” Kate said, stepping over to the counter where they had to wait for their drinks to be prepared. She turned back to look at the guy, taking in his appearance with a shrewd eye this time. Her eyes narrowed just slightly in thought, rather than in anger or irritation. “...do I know you from somewhere?”
“Oh, I didn’t,” Loki replied with a shrug. “But then you didn’t take it and it seemed like a good idea. I’m sure it will be delicious.” He was about to drop the conversation there, but she continued, and he looked over her curiously. “No, I’m very good with faces, I don’t think we’ve ever met.”
“Oh. Hmm.” Kate said, frowning a little. She was sure she’d seen him somewhere before. But she didn’t know where. “Nevermind. Sorry.” Then the barista called her name, and she stepped forward to pick up her coffee. “Enjoy that muffin.”
“Oh, believe me,” he replied, “I absolutely will. Without any regrets at all.” Loki smiled, moving to grab his own drink when it was ready, then he made his way to a table off on his own to enjoy his afternoon pick-me-up.