Driving wasn't for Rhiley. She was lucky enough to even get this far, especially when it came to parking at the edge of town and walking so nobody saw her awful parking. She didn't mind the heat. She loved it.
Isabela's Diner was the first location Rhiley decided to check. She didn't know what she was checking for. At this point, she thought about making flyers and asking if anyone lost a magical hammer.
She walked in, and the place reminded her of the diner she and Phil would frequent. They'd kept up with their weekly updates. She had tried therapy but no one understood exactly what it was like to be in her position.
No one.
Phil didn't try to understand. He'd listen. They'd eat. Then they'd go about their week.
"Hi dear," The lady behind the counter greeted Rhiley within seconds as she sat down at the bar, "What can I get you?"
"Coffee?" She looked at the homemade menu next to her, "How are the pancakes?"
"Fluffy."
"Coffee and pancakes, then." She orders, setting her stuff on the empty bar seat next to her. Sweat glistened skin, a white tank top, she looked like someone that just came to town. She didn't look like a UFO hunter though.
What does that even mean?
Rhiley blinked, the noise behind her had started to aggravate her. She turned to find a table of three, the man looked as if he was eating for the first time. She didn't stare for too long. She took a glimpse and found her coffee in front of her when she looked back.
"Thank you."
"No problem, dear." The waitress smiles, "You'll food be right out in a second."
Rhiley smiled, picking up the coffee between her hands. She closed her eyes, letting the steam warm her face, and she listened.
"Now tell us exactly what happened last night." A woman's voice -- "Maybe start with how you got inside that cloud."
Rhiley opened her eyes, almost choking on her coffee. Sure, she was the top undercover spy back in the day. She's a little rusty and she's never had to deal with magical hammers. All she's ever known about powers were her own and that was still a mystery.
"Here you go." The waitress set a stack of three fluffy pancakes in front of her, "Syrup?"
"Lots." Rhiley smiled.
"And how could you eat an entire box of PopTarts and still be this hungry?"
That had been another voice. The question seemed more down to earth.
"This drink." The man spoke loudly, Rhiley didn't even have to eavesdrop to understand. He was shouting so anyone could hear. "I like it."
"Yeah, it's great, isn't it? Isabela makes the best coffee in town."
Rhiley mentally agreed with that statement as she took another sip. "What do you think they're all about." Howard swirled in the stool next to her, looking at the people she had overheard. They were one of a few people in the place.
She ignored him.
"You can't ignore me." Howard continued, "I am you."
The man hurls the empty mug at the ground, making everyone in the place look over at him. Even Rhiley turned in her chair to see the mug smashed on the ground. "Another!"
"Anger issues." Howard muses, "Nice hair, though." He adds looking at the strange man's hair.
"Sorry, Izzy." The woman was in damage control, "Little accident."
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Radioactive | Bucky Barnes
Fanfiction"I want to go back to the time you first told me your name." Rhiley, the twin sister of Howard Stark, finds herself wrapped up with the one and only James Barnes. The next time she sees him is on her new assignment with the 107th Infantry Regiment...
