Leah's shop is a very simple place tucked between a Starbuck's type coffee shop and a tax accountant's firm. It didn't look like much from the outside though the suits and dresses in the window were clearly well made. It was called Stitch In Time and advertised itself as personal tailoring and custom suits.

"Behave yourself," Phil says with a hint of a smile. "And maybe someone will get restrained later."

He opens the door to the shop and puts a hand on Clint's back to guide him inside. The inside is unassuming as the outside and looks more like a craft store with bolts of fabric stacked neatly and a single sign that pointed towards the dressing rooms.

"Leah?" he calls into the shop. "I brought someone to meet you."

Leah is a woman in her sixties with wildly curly grey hair and coke bottle glasses. She's a little hunched from age but comes around the counter without hesitation, clapping her hands together. "Phillip. Who is this? You've never brought me someone before."

"This is Clint Barton. He wears off the rack," Phil says to throw Clint immediately under the bus of Leah's attention.