The next day Thea woke herself up with a nice, cold shower in attempt to forget about the last day's events. She stood under the water for a while, replaying the dream she had over in her head.
She was a little girl again, playing in Central Park with her mother. Her dark hair was in two pigtails that, along with her pink dress, made her look like a baby.
She was playing tag with another child, a boy, only a few years older than herself.
"Haha! You can't catch me!"
The boy chased her, running as fast as his little legs could carry him.
"Dellaaaa! Wait up!"
Siting on a bench in the middle of the park was a young mother. She watched the children with a smile. Thea ran through a crowd of people and the mother stood up, "Della?" She hurried over, searching through he many bodies.
"Mommy!" The woman turned. Behind her was the boy, Tony. "I can't find Della. She's a good hider." Panic rushed through the mother's veins.
"Della!"
Thea shut off the water and stepped out, wrapping a towel around herself and walking to her room. She dug in her closet and pulled out a uniform for Ollie's, slipping it on quickly and drying her hair. She pulled it into a pony and grabbed her keys before leaving the house.
***
"We missed you yesterday," Ollie greeted her as she walked through the door of the diner. Thea sighed.
"I know, I'm really sorry. I got held up..."
"It's alright, Kid. Things are pretty rough for you lately." She nodded and grabbed her notepad and pen.
"I'll start my rounds."
The day flew by quickly. The door of the diner was propped open with a wooden peg, letting in the summer air and filling the restaurant with the sounds of the city. Thea made her way from table to table, quickly serving the hungry businessmen and women who had come for their lunch hour. She was so busy, she hadn't noticed two new customers come in and take a seat in the corner booth.
"Hey, Thea! Table 12 is all yours!" The other girl, Lillian, called from behind the counter.
"Got it!" Thea smiled and walked over the cracked linoleum to the booth. "What can I get you?" The woman looked up. Her short red hair was pushed behind her ears and she smiled, intertwining her delicate fingers on the table.
"I'll take a water please, with lemon and a house salad. You, honey?" She looked pointedly at the man, who cleared his throat and smiled tightly.
"Just a coffee. Black."
Thea ignored their scripted tone of voice and smiled. It was forced. "Alrighty. I'll be right back with that." She left and put in the order before heading to the kitchen for the drinks. She thought about what Bruce had said the night before and focused on their voices.
Nothing.
She tried again and got the same results.
Whatever.
She thought and turned back to her task. But her mind kept wandering back to his words.
"It's enhanced your senses and cell replication by a landslide."
"She's nothing special, Clint. I don't know why Cap sent us out here." Thea stopped pouring the water and looked around the kitchen. Nobody was talking.
"You can't tell me she's nothing special. Did you see her? Nat, she's an exact copy of Stark." Then it clicked. Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton, two of the best SHEILD agents in history. How did she know that? She grabbed the drinks and walked out of the room, quietly watching the two. "We need to at least check it out."
"One water with lemon and a coffee. Black," Thea set the cups down, OHT of the corner of her eye, she saw a pin on the Red Head's jacket. SHEILD. "Your salad will be right out." She turned and hurried back to the kitchen, ripping off her apron and shoving it in a cubby. "Lil, I gotta go. Cover 12?"
"What! You're joking right?" The blonde put her hands on her hips.
"I know it's busy, I'm really sorry. I have to go. I'm-," she stopped when she caught sight of the man standing up standing up from the ripped booth and walking toward the kitchen. The girl was nowhere to be seen. "I'm sorry." She turned and bolted for the door, stopping when she opened it to find the woman.
"We just want to talk." Thea slammed the door and locked it before turning and heading for the metal stairs leading to Ollie's apartment. She knocked on the door. No answer. She knocked again with the same result.
"Miss Grace, please!"
"Crap..." she muttered, searching.
The window. Hurrying across the hallway to the small window, Thea climbed out onto the fire escape. She saw a flash of red below her and decided to go up Onto the roof. Thea heard the footsteps below her and grabbed the railing of the flight shoved her, hurling herself up and sticking the landing. "Woah, cool." She thought to herself.
"Damn she's fast!"
"Thank you, Clint. I hadn't noticed."
Thea was on the roof, the two close behind. She could hear Clint's heavy breathing and smell Natasha's rosy perfume as they made their was across the rooftop as silently as possible. She heard the distinct cocking of a gun and took a step back, preparing herself for a jump, and took the leap.
"No!"
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Experimental
أدب الهواةExperimental Oc x Stark/Rogers Theadora Grace's life has never changed. For as long as she could remember, Thea had brawn and brains. But as she becomes more involved with The Avengers, secrets that she didn't know existed started to be revealed a...
