An Assassin Never Tells

T H I R T Y - O N E

June 1st, 2011

I chose to take Skye out on a quick date before I had to get to work. We settled on a small diner called 'Isabella's Diner.' It was cute. The locals clearly loved it. We were seated at a table by the window and were discussing what was going down.

"This," I started, pausing to use civilian-friendly language in case someone overheard our conversation, "foreign object created a large crater in the middle of the desert. It caught the company's attention quickly, so now I'm on duty."

"The company being," Skye trailed off, nodding.

"Yes," I leaned in to hush my statement; the locals weren't the biggest fans of outside assistance, "S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I see. Is this object a threat," she asked.

I looked around and landed on a group of four people, one of them being a rather muscular man who was going to town on some scrambled eggs. "We're not sure, but that dude over there with the eggs certainly is about how much food he can eat. Hey, do you wanna see how much he can eat before he pops?"

"Absolutely, but you're paying."

"I always will," we got up and approached their table, "Hi. I'm Rosemary, and this is Skye," Skye gave them a little wave, "and, well, uh, we saw you, sir, with the blonde hair, order a lot of eggs, and we were just wondering how much you could eat."

"Probably infinite amounts of food," a woman with solid brown hair and glasses said, "He ate an entire box of pop tarts before we came."

"You're not serious," laughed Skye.

"She is," the blonde man paused his munching, "I consumed the pop-tarts."

"Huh," I nodded, "You know, you talk kinda funny. Where would you," Skye nudged my arm to get me to stop, but I continued anyway, "happen to be from?"

"Asgard," the man continued to eat his eggs.

"Asgard," Skye asked, "Like the guard of the ass?"

"Skye," I whisper to her.

"Oh, what? You can ask where he's from, but I can't question the funny name."

The blonde dude from Asgard butted in, "You think the name of my realm is funny, do you?"

"Well," Skye and I trailed off together.

The man chugged the rest of his coffee and said, "This drink, I like it!"

"Yeah," the woman with the glasses said, "It's great. Isabela makes the best coffee in town."

"Oh, so you're," I started, but was cut off by something shattering and the blonde man calling out...

"Another!"

"Oh shit," exclaimed Skye.

The other woman spoke this time, but not to us, "Sorry, Izzy. Little accident," she then turned to blondie, "What was that?"

"It was delicious. I want another."

"Then you should've just said that."

I leaned down to talk to the one with the glasses and whispered, "Is there always this much sexual tension between the two of them?"

"Since he got here, yes," she responded, "I'm Darcy, by the way. That's Jane, that's Doctor Selvig, and that is Thor."

"Nice to meet you. What do you mean by 'since he got here?'"

"He dropped out of the sky like last night. The nerds said it was an 'Einstein-Rosen Bridge' or something like that."

"I see. Thank you, Darcy."

Just then, one of the locals mentioned something about the crater.

"What crater," the owner, Isabela, asked.

"They're saying some kind of satellite crashed in the desert. We were having a good time with it 'till the Feds showed up, chased us out."

Jane cut into their conversation, "Excuse me, did you say there was a satellite crash."

"Yep," the man continues and locked eyes with me, "She said it was radioactive. I had my hands all over it."

"Oh, you're fine. The levels of radiation were extremely low. We just had to say something to get y'all away from the site so we could do our work."

"What did the satellite look like," Dr. Selvig asked

"I don't know nothing about satellites, but it was heavy. No one could lift it."

Blondie jumped up, "Which way?"

"About twelve miles east of here," blondie moved to leave swiftly, Jane following, "I wouldn't bother! It looked like the whole Army was coming in when we left," he eyed me.

"Hey," Isabela addressed me, "Are you staying or paying?"

I sighed, "I'd better be going, I'm 20 minutes late, which would be fine, but if he's on his way to the site, I'd really better be going. I'll pay for my table, their table, and you two up at the counter. How much is that?"

"We'll call it 150 even. That kid could eat a lot."

I reached into my wallet that Tony had "happened" to leave on my pillow when I was packing to leave. It was full of spending money that I didn't need, so I decided to make good use of it, "Here's 250."

A/N: Hey guys! I hope everyone has had a fabulous week; I know I did! My new backpack for school came in (it's yellow!!!), and I got to go to a Harlem Globetrotters Game! Thank you all so much for reading this book, voting on it, and adding it to your reading lists; it really means a lot! Love y'all <3 :)