Cornelia Street - Avengers

Friend Or Foe

City Of Providence, Rhode Island

24-Hours-Later

(Only Want You, Rita Ora)

...

Chase n' Jacks Diner

Lucia had been staring up at that sign for what seemed like hours, trying to reason with herself whether or not she should go in. The more she stared up at it, the more familiar it seemed, as it flickered above her like it was taunting her. Was she starting to remember something?

Hours had passed since the blowout at the complex, and she knew she needed distance from everything. But she didn't really have anywhere to go. D.C. would be where everyone would find her and look first, and it would be foolish to go home to the tower. 

She flew a good distance before she knew she had to come down, knowing she would get flagged either by SHIELD or the U.S military radar. As soon as she landed, she turned off her phone, which had been going off non-stop. She bought a change of clothes, keeping her face hidden, and tucked her easily distinguishable red hair back into it.

Then with the cash she had left, she took a bus to the nearest train station, trying to figure out where to go. She looked through the options, picking somewhere off the grid, a name that caught her eye in Rhode Island.

It was risky, but what option was there? So, after spending the night in a shitty motel, she took a four-hour ride over to the only place she could think of, a diner she had never been to, yet could never get out of her mind. 

Her stomach practically roared as she stood in the alleyway, remembering she hadn't eaten in hours, so she took a deep breath and started walking over.

Lucia had hoped for a mind-bending flashback when she entered, but the diner was just as foreign to her as everything around her. 

Grabbing a small booth in the corner she pulled out her phone, knowing she had already hacked it so she wouldn't be tracked. Clicking on texts, she went through and played the hundreds she had gathered.

Dad:

Where the hell did you go?!
Please. Please just come home. Running away isn't
solving anything you know that.

Can you at least call in? Let us know if you're safe, please.
Your Mom hates me, and your brother flew back. And also
hates me. Usual.

I'm sorry.
I love you.

She clicked delete, moving on.

Tasha:

I know you need space, and just know I gave that to you,
I stopped Steve from following you. But you can't take of like that! I don't care if you're grown up now.

Tell me where you are. You shouldn't be alone. Call me.
Text me, please.

I'm going to kick your ass.

Call me!

She felt her eyes prick with tears as she deleted it, scrolling through to the next series of texts.

Sam:

Hey, please just call or text. I won't say anything.
I'm worried about you.

He's okay by the way. Not okay but... he needs you.

Please call me so I know you're alive.