As I dashed into the bustling Starbucks, I felt a mix of relief and trepidation. The familiar scent of coffee and the hum of conversation enveloped me, momentarily soothing my frazzled nerves. I quickly approached the counter, trying to maintain a semblance of calm despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
"Excuse me," I said to the barista, trying to keep my voice steady. "Could you please tell me where I am?"
The barista gave me an odd look, probably wondering why I seemed so disoriented in a coffee shop of all places. "You're at Starbucks, kid," she replied with a bemused smile. "This one's on 5th Avenue."
"Right, thanks," I muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed at my own confusion. I quickly ordered a coffee to go, hoping it would help clear my head. As I waited for my drink, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Glancing around nervously, I caught sight of a man in a dark suit sitting in the corner, his gaze fixed on me with intense scrutiny.
My heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned on me. It was Tony Stark. Iron Man himself. What was he doing here? And more importantly, did he recognize me?
Before I could dwell on these questions any further, my coffee arrived, and I hastily grabbed it, making a beeline for the exit. I needed to get out of there before Stark decided to approach me. The last thing I wanted was to get caught up in whatever mess the Avengers were dealing with.
Once outside, I took a moment to catch my breath and collect my thoughts. I couldn't go home just yet. Not with the Avengers possibly on my tail. But where could I go?
Then it hit me. There was someone who might be able to help me. Someone who owed me a favor.
With renewed determination, I set off down the bustling New York streets, my mind racing with possibilities. Little did I know, my unexpected encounter with the Avengers was just the beginning of a much larger adventure.
