His Inconvenience

Diner

We've been driving in silence for about two hours now. I want to go to sleep and hopefully wake up in my nice comfy bed, but I'm also afraid that this isn't a dream and that I really just got kidnapped.

I've texted Milo and Lixi hoping that maybe could give me some sanity, but neither of them have responded.

It was almost 8pm when this all started, meaning, if the concept of time is still a thing, that it should be almost 10pm there as it says it is on my phone. The time on the clock in the car, however, says it's half past 1pm.

My stomach begins to growl.

Damn it was a bad idea to skip lunch.

We keep driving in silence, my stomach growing louder as we do.

3pm rolls by and we haven't stopped at all. I'm now painfully hungry.

"We're coming up on a town," Zemo suddenly says, "we'll get something to eat there."

I just nod and pull my knees closer to my chest.

How the hell did I even get here?

We get into the town within twenty minutes or so and Zemo quickly find a place behind some of the buildings to hide the car he gets out and goes to the trunk searching in it for a moment before coming and opening my door.

He hands me a large, purple button up shirt a small belt and a pair of black flats.

"Put these on," he pulls me by my arm so get out of the car and looks around to back sure no one is near by.

I slip the flats on quickly, then pull the shirt over my shoulders. It's big enough that it goes to my midthighs like a dress, covering up my black short shorts. I button it and take the small belt and tighten it around my waist then roll the sleeves up to my elbows.
All in all it doesn't look half bad.

Zemo looks down at me before he reaches for my hair.

I flinch a bit, reminders of what happened the last time he reached for me flooding through my mind.

"Hold still," he growls.

I hold my breath as he combs his fingers through my hair, making me look more presentable.

"It'll have to do," he sighs before grabbing my arm and pulling me along.

"I can walk on my own," I yank my arm from his grip only for him to turn to me with a terrifying expression.

He grabs my arm again and yanks me to him.

"Don't think for a second that I'm not still willing to just be rid of you," he says through clenched teeth.

I can feel the barrel of the gun against my side.

"Understood?"

I nod quickly and he pushes my back just enough that we can begin to walk.

He leads me to a small, mostly vacant diner. He pulls me close to him with his hand around my waist and draws a fakes smile into his lips.

"And what can I get for the lovely couple?" The man behind the counter asks us smiling.

Couple?
The fuck?

"A number 2 for me please," Zemo says without missing a beat, "what would you like, Darling?"

Heart you better calm the fuck down. Now is not the time to fan girl.

"Uh a number 2 as well please," I didn't even look at the menu so I'm not even sure what I just ordered.