This wasn't the first time she had pulled this particular stunt and it wouldn't be the last. Nevertheless, it still annoyed him and she knew it.

Clint didn't have to look behind him to know the telltale signs of Kate's arrival, a cool breeze, an audible click of a picked lock and the rattle of rusted metal as she took her weight off of the fire escape told him all he needed to know. He still wasn't sure if she did it on purpose or if she was just incapable of using a door like a normal person.

Clint set down his empty mug on the counter and pulled the coffee pot out of the machine and started to pour himself some much-needed coffee. He could tell that today he was going to need at least three cups of coffee to function if this is how his day was going to start.

"Want to know a secret?" His back was to her but he knew she heard him.

At the sound of his voice, she halted her climb through the window, one leg in the apartment and one still on the fire escape. She redirected her attention from the window to Clint, his back still turned from her. She paused for a moment as she looked at him with a quizzical look.

"I'll bite." Kate said.

Clint turned his head to face her and locked eyes with Kate. He didn't respond for a moment, emphasizing the importance of what he was about to say. It was something she needed to learn sooner or later.

"You see there's these magical things called doors, it's a modern marvel really. Makes entering and exiting buildings real easy." Clint said.

She gave him a look of contempt in return. Ignoring him, she continued her earlier quest and pulls herself all the way through the window and into Clint's apartment. Kate shut the window behind her, making sure it was as loud as possible before turning back towards him. She prepares to fire back at him but before she is able his hands catch her eye. A sly smile breaks out on her face as she looks back at him.

"You know what else is a modern marvel?" she says, her voice thick with sarcasm, "your ability to pour coffee."

He quirked an eyebrow in confusion but looked back to his hands. They were still performing their earlier task. The mug, which he had only meant to refill, had overflowed.

"Aw, coffee, no."

Why can't I write long fics.