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 Awww... Pizza, Clint likes to eat.. and get some info
CLINT BARTON
 Posted: Jun 2 2017, 09:25 PM
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HANNAH PARK
 Posted: Jun 2 2017, 09:44 PM
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Sometimes walking around in Chinese royal robes had its ups and downs. Hannah was sometimes questioned nicely about why she wore her outfit of choice, while some people sent her judging looks and some of those people didn't even hesitate to insult her. Some would even have the audacity to pull the 'this is America' card that Hannah hated so much. Hannah tried to ignore those comments, as she could be quite sensitive when it came to racism.

She definitely didn't want to get arrested for punching a racist's lights out... not after everything she had done in order to avoid being arrested in the first place.

Hannah was a mercenary that went after bad people - and only bad people. When she caught whiff of a few robberies being done with an alien weapon, she didn't hesitate to wander round and try to find as much information as she could about the events that had occurred.

Some places gave her no information at all, but she didn't lose hope. Some of the people she tried to buy information from didn't take the money simply because they didn't want to get into her kind of trouble. Which she could understand completely, but she was a little ticked off by the lack of cooperation from the people she usually got information from.

Wandering into a pizza place she had yet to visit, despite living in New York for so many years, Hannah noticed the instant stares that fell upon her choice of attire. She bowed her head as she wandered to sit at a table next to man she swore she recognized. With her head still bowed slightly, she stole small glances at the man before being interrupted by a waiter.

"Pepperoni, please. Uh, can you make small? I don't eat lot." You could see the struggle on her face as she tried to order her meal. The waiter looked at her with some sympathy and simply jotted down what she had said and smiled before leaving her be.

Hannah really hated making things awkward, but she had appreciated the waiter's response. The sympathetic look was a little bit of an issue, but she didn't mind it too much. Once the waiter disappeared from sight, Hannah began to sneak glances again at the man she swore she thought was Hawkeye.

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CLINT BARTON
 Posted: Jun 2 2017, 10:54 PM
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HANNAH PARK
 Posted: Jun 2 2017, 11:06 PM
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Hero In The Making

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Age / 30

Occupation / Mercenary

Single / N/A

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He had to be Hawkeye, otherwise Hannah wouldn't have been so intent on stealing glances at him from her table. Hannah knew who the Avengers were, and most people did around the world, but she was somewhat surprised to see him, of all people, in a regular pizza place.

When the waiter returned, her eyes shot back to her table and she smiled wryly as she held both her hands out and accepted the plate gratefully, smelling the aroma of her pepperoni pizza. "Thank you." Her Chinese accent was still there, and strong, despite her many years of trying to learn American English, and yet: she didn't really notice her own accent, while others did.

Sending one last glance at the man she assumed was Hawkeye, one of the famous Avengers, she went to take a small bite from her pizza. She never liked opening her mouth too wide, as it was seen disrespectful in her culture.

"You're staring."

Hannah almost choked as she swallowed a piece of her pepperoni pizza, one of her hands reaching up to cover her mouth as she struggled to swallow. But she eventually got the piece of pizza to cooperate with her before she looked sheepishly at Hawkeye.

"I am sorry. Are you hero? H-Hawkeye?" Hannah still looked quite sheepish, but she also looked very curious. She did want to make sure she wasn't daydreaming while looking at the stranger - whom probably thought she was just some mad, Chinese woman.

"Sorry for assuming, if you're not him..."

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CLINT BARTON
 Posted: Jun 2 2017, 11:43 PM
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