Waitress - A Steve Rogers FF

Chapter 1

A small little cafe, in a small quiet town, was nestled on the side of a deserted piece of road, it was called Tony's diner. People would come from all over the state to visit this diner. Some people might think it was the atmosphere that brought the droves of people, or maybe it was the design of the old diner, but it wasn't either of these. It was the pies.

The pies were what made people come, it was the simplicity of some of the pies, and the complexity of the other, and the fact that they were so damn delicious. But, the most interesting part was the pie maker. (Y/n), that was her name, she was gifted when it came to making pies and she enjoyed it too. It was the one thing that made her happy.

(Y/n) was in the kitchen of Tony's diner making all the pies for the day, all twenty-six. She stood there mashing the bananas into the chocolate fudge, she hummed to a song that her mother used to sing to her in the kitchen when she was little.

"Sugar

Sugar

Sugar, butter

Sugar, butter

Sugar, butter, flour

Sugar, butter, flour

Sugar, butter, flour

Sugar, butter, flour

My hands pluck the things I know that I'll need

I take the sugar and butter from the pantry

I add the flour to begin what I am hoping to start

And then it's down with the recipe

And bake from the heart

Sugar

And butter

And flour

And mother

What's inside?

Everyone wants to know what's inside

And I always tell them

But I feel more than words can say

You wanna know what's inside?

Simple question, so then what's the answer?

My whole life is in here

In this kitchen baking

What a mess I'm making"

She scurries around the kitchen, finishing up all her pies, in a calm trance, baking does that to her, it soothes her. She's calm, up until she hears,

(Opening Up)

"(Y/n)" Clint yelled at her. "What's the special pie today?"

"Uh? Deep Shit Blueberry Bacon," she replied breaking from her stupor.

"Deep shit?" he asked questionably and irritated.

"Yeah- uh... Dish! Deep Dish!," she exclaimed, her eyes wide in embarrassment. "Sorry, Clint," she said sheepishly.

"Jeez, girl! Come on!" he said chuckling but staying authoritative.

(Y/n) walked out of the kitchen into the seating area of the diner, grabbing a cleaning cloth, and waving hello to her coworkers/friends Wanda and Natasha. Wanda is small and anxious but loveable, and Natasha is sassy and tough. Just as we were about to gossip the bell rings letting us know the customers are for the day. The girls and I start running around doing the things we need to do, but I keep getting distracted and know everyone notices.

    "(Y/n), honey," Wanda says caringly. "Are you alright?"

    "Yeah, I'm fine Wand. Just a little nauseous,"

    "Are you sure that's all it is?" Natasha asks walking towards us carrying a tray of dirty plates.

    "As I said, I'm fine," I say trying to act like nothing is wrong, but know what's wrong.

    Natasha and Wanda look at me accusatorily, then Nat grabs my arm and says, "Come on, it's time to pee on a stick!"