Strangers
A lanky, shadowy figure stood in the corner of 'The Lucky Diner'. He watched silently as a customer argued with an employee and the manager.
The large, threatening man yelled a string of curses, reaching out to grab the female employee. His had wa mid-air when it suddenly stopped, getting pulled to his back and bent in an uncomfortable position.
Everyone gasped and stared at the two on the floor. The smaller male dig his knee into the other's back, or spine rather, and whispered threats into his ear.
"-Now apologise and never come here again."
"G-Get off me!" The other yelled angrily, struggling to get out of the hold. He (somehow) managed to escape and ran out of the diner.
The smaller, and presumably younger, male was applauded and given his order free. He left the diner with a smile on his face (and money in his pocket) before disappearing, leaving behind a black blur. He came to a stop at a Starbucks, grinning smugly as he entered. It wasn't everyday he had extra to afford luxuries like Starbucks.
He waited patiently in line, his foot tapping at an I humanly quick speed. When it was his turn to order he shot his arms up, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"Finally!" He joked, earning a giggle from the cashier. Sure he was homeless and poor. That didn't mean he wasn't charming as ever.
"I'd like a mocha expresso please." He stated, looking up at the menu.
"Size?" The female worker asked softly.
"The large one...I think..g-grand?"
"Grande. Whip cream?"
"Is it extra charge?" He asked looking back down at the smaller female. She looked up at him, or rather above him, deep in though,before shaking her head, her purple hair bobbing in its ponytail. "No. I don't think so."
"Then yes."
"What's your name?"
"Excuse me?" He asked, confusion and fear flowing into him.
"For the cup We need your name." She explained.
"Oh." He sighed, visibly relaxing. "Name's Pietro." He muttered, his thick accent making him harder to understand.
"How-uh....How do you spell that?"
"P-I-E-T-R-O." He said, not noticing the spin of another's head.
Just as the lady was about to start on his drink he got her attention once again.
"Hey uh quick question. You know where the Avengers are? Wanna send them...fan mail..." The female worker snorted before shaking her head.
"Well I heard they'd moved to a secret location after Stark sold his tower."
"So you don't know?"
"No...sorry." She sighed, going back to start on his drink. Pietro sighed, nodding his head in sad understanding.
"Thank you." He muttered, sitting down on a seat near the counter.
He felt someone staring at him and turned to face the person. As soon as he turned around he saw a man in a black hoodie covering the majority of his face swiftly turn around.
He continued to at the strange, hidden man until his name was called. He got up and walked towards the counter, taking his coffee and leaving.
That man was weird, suspicious. And for some reason made him feel really uneasy.
He hoped that that would be his last encounter with the stranger.