Waiting For Superman

Chapter 1

I groaned as I slammed my fist down on my alarm clock, I pulled the pillow over my ear and turned over on my side. Five minutes later the beeping of my alarm clock sounded again. I turned back over and shut the blasted thing off; with a sigh I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. It didn't take long before I was out and dressed in my uniformed black slacks, black collared shirt, and black flats. I dutch braided my hair, added make up to my face, and walked out of the door. I unlocked my car and hopped in, plugging my phone into my car I backed out of my parking spot. Beautiful Bride by Flyleaf started playing and I softly sang along; the streets of New York were rarely uncrowded as I drove to the small cafe that helped me pay the rent on my small apartment.

I unplugged my phone after I parked, the cafe was yet to open and only a couple of employees cars were parked behind the building. Stepping out of the car I looked up at the towering STARK Tower that now had an "A" on it, the rest of the letters fell off during the battle that happened here a little over a year ago. I took one last look at it as I opened the back door and stepped into the cafe. I walked over to the rack that held my apron and tied it around my waist. I took the little piece that had my name imprinted on it as I walked to the front of the cafe. The only people there were the head cook and another waitress, they were sitting at separate tables with their heads in their hands half asleep. I sat down at a booth close to a window and watched as the sun slowly rose and lit up New York.

It didn't take long for the rest of the employees that worked here to show up and the cafe opened. The morning rush came in and every worker scrambled to get orders out to customers. It became calmer once ten o'clock hit, some people, manly elderly couples, came in and sat down for a late breakfast. Twelve o'clock hit and the cafe became slightly busier and when things became more interesting. I was waiting tables as usual when a man in a black suit came in. He still had dark sun glasses on even though he was inside, he had dark brown hair and a rescinding hair line, he stood my the door obviously looking around for someone. He looked in my direction and bent down and spoke something into his jacket.

I watched him as I walked over to the table I was assigned to, he always seemed to be watching in my direction. I looked away as I reached my table, I plastered a fake smile on my face as I looked at an elderly couple.

"Hello, my name is Kirsten, I'll be your waiter today. Can I start y'all off with a couple of drinks?" My southern twang asked sweetly.

The lady looked at me and smiled," I would like a water with lemon. And I love your southern accent dear."

I smiled," Why thank you. And for you sir?'

His voice shook as he spoke," A water."

I nodded my head as I wrote their orders on my pad," I'll be right out with those."

I glanced back up to where the man stood, to find he was no longer there. As I turned I ran into something, I cursed in my head as I waited for the impact to come. I hand reached out and grabbed my forearm, I cursed yet again as I waited for the persons thoughts to come into my mind.

She is very clumsy. I wounder if this is Kirsten, the manager didn't make it clear to me who she was. I guess I'll have to ask.

Yes I could read minds, I have been able to since I could remember, I could only read peoples minds if it was skin on skin contact. Not only could I read minds but I could touch an object and see memories the thing held. I placed my hand on the object and seconds later I could see the memories of the thing.

"I'm sorry," I mumble.

The man smiled," It is no problem. Do you happen to know a Kirsten Ouellet?"

I swallowed," That's me."

"I'm Agent Phil Coulson with S.H.I.E.L.D. I need you to come with me."