“Oh yeah? Were there specifics? Did you leave him with plenty of caffeine?” Summer glances up from her laptop, grinning. “Or is this him doing that thing where he’s afraid he’ll screw it up if he tries to … make his friends be friends?”
Clint nods as you speak and grins when you mention cats and video games. “Most of those I can agree with. I grew up in the countryside myself. Would you like to accompany me for a walk outside? It seems to have started snowing too, so maybe we could drop in for tea or coffee afterwards.”
“Find me somewhere that serves hot chocolate and you’re on.” She puts the laptop aside and tumbles off the couch gracelessly, arms and legs everywhere. Shaking her hair out of her face, she finds her boots and a coat and pulls them on, explaining, “I’m not the caffeine addict Tony is. I don’t actually like coffee or tea. That’s why there’s that tin of chocolate in the kitchen, it’s mine.”
Clint chuckles a bit seeing you tumble down but before he can help, you manage to get up yourself. “Let’s go then. I’m sure we’ll find a place that serves hot chocolate for you.” He offers his hand for you to hold and opens the door with his other one. “Oh so that’s yours, do you have any specific brand you like?”
“Ghiradelli. It’s expensive, but /so/ worth it.” Summer bypasses Clint’s hand and slips out the door. “Come on,” she shouts back, heading to the elevator. She wonders briefly if he’s living in the Tower, now, and where, and asks him while Jarvis takes them smoothly down.