The Dark Avenger

Gotta make a pitstop

•Kat•

I pulled into the diner parking lot and took the keys out of the ignition. I climbed into the back seat and quickly changed from my army outfit into something a little less intimidating. I changed my bra from a beige one to my favorite one with lace straps and on the cups it was black with burgundy roses, it was a shelf bra so it made my C cup breast look great.

I kept the black long sleeve and the dog tags but I changed into my relaxed fit jeans and some black converse instead of combat boots. I rolled the jeans up to about mid calf. Before getting out I slapped on a coat of mascara then grabbed my black baseball cap and got of the car. As I adjusted my hat I hit the lock button on my keys which I had found in the glove compartment.

I held my phone close to me, I had set it up to where If the people who kidnapped me, I have come to know them as hydra, got anywhere near me my phone would send an Alert and begin to beep until I checked it.

I walked into the diner hearing the usual ding of a bell. It was 6:30 in the morning and the place was already half full. I waited at the front for someone to assist me but while I was waiting I took a look around. It was made to look like a 50's style diner and j was absolutely in love with it.

Mental note to self: if the world ever goes to shit, save this place.

i Looked at the logo that was on the menu

Grannie's diner, save Grannie's diner

"Can i help you with anything" a women, about 5'2 with long brunette hair asked me.

I was nervous this was my first human interaction in weeks "Yes i'd like a booth please" i responded politely

At least i haven't forgotten my manners after all this time I Mentally mocked myself

"Alrighty then, right this way" she said signaling for me to follow her

I followed her to a booth in the back of the restaurant "a server will be right with you" she recited as she sat a menu down in front of me

I wriggled in the booth a little as i felt the cold metal of the pistol that was tucked into the back of my pants

rely on yourself, trust no one

I remember my mom taught me that phrase when i was little. My parents were so alike in personality, both self reliant, both untrustworthy, and both short tempered. It made me question how and why their marriage worked but it did. as a child i was taught not to trust, and how to rely on myself. i brushed the barrel of the pistol with my finger tips as i readjusted it

"Hi there my names fiona, can i start you off with something to drink" the waitress recited while holding out her notebook ready for me to order

"I'll just get a coffee please" i said smiling at her

"alright and to eat?" she asked

"uhm i'll take the cheesy egg omelet" i handed her my menu which she gladly took.

"Oh and by the way, i love your hair" she smiled at me

"Awh thank you i just got it cut"i smiled back

my hand reached up to touch my newly short hair, my loose curls falling down onto my shoulder.

i sat there, thinking.

I wonder how many times a day they have to say the same sentences over and over again

I wonder if they like working here

Do i look suspicious?

Probably not i look like an innocent 16 year old half the time.

"Here's your coffee" fiona said as she sat my coffee down in front of me "And heres your omelet"

"Just take your check up to the front when you're ready to pay" she stated

i nodded at her and with that she was gone.

i grabbed a fork and a knife and devoured my omelet in less than two minutes, after that i gulped down my coffee, it was the best meal I've had in two years.

I took the roll of cash out of my pocket and set a one hundred dollar bill on the table as a tip, after that i walked up to the register, payed for my meal, then left, and for some reason it felt satisfying.