The fire

Birthday Bumps

"How's the Birthday girl?" Clint asked walking out the lift.

"Happy, this cake is so good." I said signalling to the chocolate cake in my hand.

"Made it myself." I almost choked on the fudgy delight.

"You can bake?" I asked not even trying to hide my surprise.

He raised his eyebrows. "Yes I can, in fact it's my w- girlfriend's recipe."

It was now my turn to raise my eyebrows at him. "You have girlfriend?"

"We all have lives outside Shield you know." I looked down at the table.

"Yeah, guess I forgot that." I didn't have a life outside anything. The Mort, MI6, Shield- Avengers, I had nothing; abruptly standing up, I picked my shoes up off the floor.

"Where you going?"

A fake smile quickly appeared on my face. "I have somewhere to be."

As the doors of the lift closed I pressed the button for the ground floor. Then I pulled the Nokia out my pocket, reading the message which appeared on the screen.

Compris

Flipping the phone shut I bent down and slipped on my adidas trainers, tying the laces into a tight bow. If I was going to get out without anyone knowing, I was going to have to be sneaky.

The doors of the metal box opened, stepping out I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As I exhaled, numerous shattering noises filled my ears, I opened my eyes and continued my journey in the dark.

The busy streets of New York greeted me as I walked away from the tower. It has been a while since I've been able to freely wander. Although it was for the best, I had begun to feel like a caged animal in a zoo.

Finn and I were meeting at a cafe not far from the tower. It was on the main street, therefore hard for the Mort to attack without being able escape out of the public eye. But not crowded enough that I wouldn't be able to spot people hiding.
I stood on the opposite side of the road watching the the green door. A women with a red hat walked in. She had a book in her hands and a fair amount of makeup on, the hand without a book in was occupied by her phone.
Lunch date probably.

The next person to walk in was a tall dark man in a expensive suit. His right wrist had a extremely nice watch attached to it. He walked in and sat at a table with a very young, slim, brunette who was showing far to much cleverage in my opinion.
Affair.

I continued judging people until someone else walked through the door. He was about 5.11 and had dark blonde hair, his chocolate brown eyes sat behind a pair of black glasses and he was wearing a baggy jumper and skinny jeans.

I smiled, moving towards the cafe entrance.

"Bonjour, ce siège est pris?" The words rolled off my tongue, placing a smile on the guys face.

"Non, sois mon invite." He replied smiling, his hand flicking towards the empty seat.

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"What up Barton." The redhead entered the room to a very confused looking agent.

"Em's just walked out." Natasha frowned at Clint.

"It's her birthday, don't be offended that she didn't want to spend it with you." Stark said walking into the room with some sort of alcoholic drink in his hand.

"No, I mean I think she's gonna leave the tower."

Nat's stomach twisted slightly remembering the attack at the store. She didn't like the sound of Em being out on her own.