“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?”
“None taken.” he says smiling, it’s not very easy to offend him. “You have a point there. I find it very unlikely that they would really follow me anyway. They don’t have the technology yet.”
“Let’s go to the right, I think I remember a park being a walking distance away there.”
“If we threw a stone hard enough we’d hit Central Park,” she shrugs. “That’s why I moved into this area to begin with, before I ever met Tony properly.” Summer pulls her coat closer around her neck, giving an exaggerated shiver. “There’ll be drink stands by the ice rink, I’m sure.”
Clint nods and starts walking there with you. “I was correct then, good,” he answers and notices you shivering. “Are you cold?” He was thinking if you’d accept his coat and if it would be warm enough. It was not a long way to the stands but would they offer enough protection from the wind and cold is still questionable.
“It’s the wind,” she replies. It is, and the way the towering highrises of downtown New York channel it into cutting edges doesn’t help. No coat she owns proof against that. She takes in a deep breath and holds it for a moment, then breathes it out in a puff of condensation and laughs. “Dragon’s breath.”