[the avengers ➼ imagines]

tony stark ≫ diner girl

Your arms ached from wiping down dirty tables. Of course all the other staff left the cleaning up to you. Working in a small diner in New York was not what you pictured yourself doing. Your boss always stuck you with the night shifts even though rarely anyone ever came in past 11.

You sprayed the table one last time with disinfectant before returning behind the counter to count the money in the cash register. You focused intently on adding up the money in your head, you knew that if you made a mistake your boss would be mad. She didn't really like you that much.

Your head whipped up at the sound of the bell ringing as the door to the diner opened. You almost dropped the money in your hand on to the floor when you saw who was walking into the diner. Tony Stark.

"Are you still open?" He asked, his eyes settling on your figure behind the counter.

You couldn't bring yourself to speak, you were beyond shocked that the one and only Tony Stark was standing in front of you.

"Hello?" He asked again, waving his hand in front of your face.

"Oh-uh, yeah! We're open all night." You stuttered, you sat the money back in the till, the man in front of you becoming more important. You wanted to make a good first impression.

"Great. Can I get a cheese burger and some fries?" He handed you a 100 dollar bill.

"Oh, I can't take that, Mr Stark. The burger and fries only come to $8.99." You pushed the money back towards him.

"No. I insist. You keep it. Oh, and please, call me Tony. Mr Stark is my fathers name." Your eyes bulged out of their sockets. He was just going to give you so much money without a second thought? Then again, he is a billionaire.

You hesitantly picked up the money and put it down your bra - the safest place to keep it. You couldn't help but notice out of the corner of your eye, Tony was watching your every move.

"Right, Mr St- I mean Tony, I'll be right back with your food." You rushed away, hurting as you made his meal. You didn't want to keep Tony Stark waiting.

A few minutes later, you returned with his plate of food. You sat out a napkin and a knife and fork. "Here you go." You handed him the plate.

As Tony ate, you continued to clean up the diner. You felt his eyes on you the whole time. You felt quite embarrassed, you were wearing no make up, your hair was tied up in a pathetic bun on top of your head. How were you supposed to know that a famous person would be turning up at the diner at 1.30 in the morning?

"So..." Tony spoke up, you turned to him. "How'd a girl like you wind up in in a dump like this?"

You chuckled at his question, "I need to pay for college. I would love to become a scientist."

"A scientist? Didn't picture you to be the brainy type." You frowned at his response.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You muttered, heading back over to him.

"Nothing, nothing." He held his arms up in mock defence.

He was silent for a few moments, as if he was going over something in his head, effort speaking up. "Come work at The Avengers tower."

"What?" You blurted out, shocked at his sudden proposal.

"Seriously. It would be better than working in this dump. I'd pay you a lot more and if your college found out you were also working for the Tony Stark they would love it."

You stared at the man in front of you, going over what he had just said in your head. Sure, the pay here wasn't so bad but Tony Stark would probably pay you something insane like $1,000 an hour and you'd actually be getting an even better education rather than flipping burgers all night.

"Sure!" You accepted his offer, shaking his hand to seal the deal.

"Great. Just pass by The Avengers Tower one day soon, I'll get you settled in." Tony got up out his seat and headed for the door. "I look forward to seeing you ..."

"(Y/N)." You answered, realising the whole time he'd been here you hadn't given your name.

"(Y/N)... Nice name that. Bye." He waved before disappearing into the night. You stared at the door for a while, still shocked by what had happened.

"Night, Tony." You mumbled to yourself, getting back to work.

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Sorry this was so bad. I have such little inspiration for writing just now. Please request.