Author's note: I had such terrific feedback on Speed of Life that I decided to write up Clint's version of the events. It helps to have read that fic first, or at least the first chapter. Anyway, Clint is way more chatty than Steve, so, enjoy!

Clint vs. Lola the Hipster

"Nice to meet you, I'm Clint."

"Uh huh. Lola" she drawled, looking Clint up and down. Clint leaned forward to shake her hand. She raised an eyebrow at him, and slowly extended a hand. "Formal, aren't we?" she muttered.

"Okay" Clint sighed, immediately disliking Lola and her lensless hipster glasses.

"Were you named after Clint Eastwood, Clint?" Lola asked with subtle contempt.

"Yes, ma'am I was." Clint said evenly.
"Ma'am…" Lola repeated, trying the word on for size. "Military chic"

"Something like that. What would you prefer I call you?"

"Lola will be fine" she smirked.

"L-O-L-A, Lola, Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo-la" Clint sang.

Lola rolled her eyes "Like I've never heard that before."

Clint gave a hum of agreement, and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

He peered penetratingly at Lola.
She stared back defiantly. "So, what do you do?"

"Government assassin." Clint said casually.

"Oh, classy!" she sneered, making a face.

Clint chuckled quietly and shrugged. "And how's your organic grocery business going?"

Lola looked at Clint like he was an idiot.

"Bikram yoga instructor?" he guessed. "No, that was so last month. Uh... vegan food co-op? Am I getting warmer?" Clint hazarded.

Lola gave him a smile that was dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, you think you've got me pegged, don't you, Dirty Harry."

Clint laughed sardonically.

"Vintage. Clothing." she enunciated proudly.

"Vintage Clothing!" Clint repeated. "I was close!"

"Not really."

"So. Vintage huh? Old stuff... Hey, you're in for a treat, there's a guy you'll meet soon, he's about as vintage as you can get. You could probably sell him in your boutique, actually. Make a fortune!"

Lola looked at Clint like he was crazy. "You've got a sick sense of humour." she complained.

"And you have crap taste in glasses."

Lola glared at him.

"We done?" Clint asked.

"Yes." Lola said coldly.

"Good. I'm gonna go wait in the hallway."

"Please do."

Clint stood and walked out "Have fun growing out your hair, you trust-fund hipster."

"You're going to be standing in that hallway all night, jerk!" Lola shot back.