AN: Hi! Sorry, my updates are going a bit slow, I seem to have no concept of time and yeah, sorry about that!
The next chapters will hopefully be longer.
Starts from when they get to the restaurant, it's not going to be specific about the Katz place (or whatever) because I'm just not American or anything :)
"Hello welcome, how many seats for you today?" A kind waitress spoke softly, a gentle smile laced on her face.
"Oh, umm," Tony looks back at the small trail of people behind him then turns back to the young waitress. "Five, thanks"
"Okay," She picks out five menus and types something in the checkout. "Right this way please." She says smiling then walks across to a reasonably large table followed by the customers.
"Here you go, another waiter/waitress will be out to take your drink orders in a few minutes." She lays the menus out on the table then smiles walking away back to the entrance to welcome other customers.
Tony grabs a menu and passes one to Peter leaving three at the end of the table, Natasha tuts.
"Really Tony." He just smirks whilst Natasha hands a menu to Pietro and (Y/N).
(Y/N) looks down at the leather red coloured card and hesitantly picks it up flipping open the first page, her eyes scan down the list and across the pages. Confusion overtakes her features as she reads the names of the sandwiches.
- Open or Open-Faced.
- Plain.- Pinwheel.
- Closed Tea.
- Ribbon.
- Mosaic
- Checkerboard.
What? Who wants to eat a checkerboard? She cocks her eyebrow and scoffs.
"Кто захочет съесть шахматную доску?" "(Who would want to eat a checkerboard?)" She mutters quietly.
"It's not an actual wooden board, it's a style of sandwich." The assassin says without looking up from her menu. (AN: I feel way too British :( I don't even understand what I'm talking about rn). (Y/N) nods slightly and keeps reading the menu.
None of it makes any sense to her, being 1. Russian and 2. Hydra shit happened.
Still looking for the drinks part of the menu the confused woman starts turning it around and looking underneath it. Unbeknown to her, everyone else had chosen and put their menus down. However, only Pietro noticed her struggling.
"Here Princessa." He gently takes the menu out of her hands and flips to the drinks section and points to the selection. "These are the drinks, pick the one you'd like." He smiles at her (yk HIS smile :)) then hands it back to her. She takes it back and reads the drinks.
Finally, she just gives up and chooses to have a glass of water instead of some fancy juice or alcoholic drink, just in time.
A blonde woman, about (Y/N)'s age struts over with a receipt machine and pouty lips.
"Hello, welcome. What drinks can I get for you?"
"One Margarita please." Tony orders then Peter.
"Umm, can I have a Fanta please?" Then Natasha.
"Just some sparkling water please." The Pietro.
"A coffee, thanks." Then (Y/N)'s turn.
"Hey beautiful, what do you want to order?" The waitress asks (Y/N) biting her lip slightly.
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The Ghost Agent (Book 1)
Fanfiction(Y/N) was taken by Hydra at a young age then tortured for almost 12 years and put under Hydra hypnosis turning her into a deadly assassin, maybe better than Black Widow, at one of their most discreet, hidden bases which unfortunately for her turns o...
