"Because of you, I've lost everything I worked so hard for!"
Delilah Odindottir and Peter Parker were doing anything they could to get their minds off one another, trying to subdue the pain they had been suffering with since they separated. What h...
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The sounds of peoples' conversations filled the small diner with old-fashion 90s music playing in the background, along the rusting sound of a nearly run-down air conditioning system.
The feeling of cold air hitting the legs of a young, female waitress who wore nothing but a grey top and short, black skirt caused goosebumps to form along her skin. The girl gripped the notepad that she held in her hands and fixed her apron as she approached one of her assigned tables.
"Hello." She greeted, her eyes setting upon the fairly large, built man in front of her. "I'm your waitress for tonight, my name is Stacey. What would you like for tonight?" The man stared at his menu, clearing his throat before he turned to face the young female. "I'll have the eggs and cheese omelet, three slices of bacon, and a filled baked potato on the side."
Stacey wrote down what he wanted, a small smile on her lips. "Okay, how will you pay? Debit or credit?" The man pulled out a red card and handed it to the girl. "Credit." The waitress grabbed the card out of his hands, flashing him a bright smile and walked over behind the counter and pulled out a small device from her apron and swiped it in the small machine.
The young girl turned around, checking to make sure no one was behind or near her. She then reached up and pressed the ear piece in her ear, activating it. "His name is Adrian Smith, retired Air Force pilot, married to a woman named Cynthia Smith, and has three kids, a boy and two girls."
"Nice job, Delilah. Keep your eye on him." Coulson's voice filled her ears. "Are you sure this is the right Adrian, sir?" "Well, I don't really know. The only information we got out of Deno about the alien tech is that he bought it from a guy named Adrian."
"Too bad he didn't get a last name..." May's voice added. Delilah turned her head around to see the special agent, sitting at one of the tables with sunglasses over her eyes and a cup of coffee in her hands. "And with our luck, Adrian had to be one of most common names in Queens, what are the odds am I right?" Daisy joked.
"Three men just walked through the doors and sat down with the target." May informed. Delilah jerked her head around to see three more, very built men sitting at the same table with the man they were here to capture. "And they got weapons on them." Delilah turned her head to see Bobbi sitting at one of the bar seats, a plate full of food in front of her.
Delilah took a deep breath in and out and pulled out her notepad, putting on a fake smile on her face. "Hello gentlemen." She greeted, "What can I get you guys for today?" The three unknown men just shook their heads, not speaking a word. "They won't be having anything."
"Are you sure?" Delilah asked, "We have some very—" The target slammed his hands on the table, causing the young agent to jump. "They said they won't be having anything!" Delilah nodded her head and returned back to behind the counter. "Someone has anger issues." Coulson pointed out, "Tell me about it." May agreed.
