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Chapter 5: Biceps and Subways

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Hope ya'll enjoy this chapter.

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June 18th 20:09 (8:09 pm) 45 days after the Chitauri invasion.

 

You had talked with Maria about your wage and you were now earning about 1.100 a week. The diner is very popular and is very successful because it's next to Avengers tower. After you got hired you worked your ass off day after day.

 

You were sometimes offered free meals by Maria and her husband Mohammed during work because you were now working 12 hours a day. And yes it was very exhausting but it was also time consuming in a good way.

 

You had a nice rhythm. Well nice in the way you don't have to spend your days doing nothing anymore. You've been browsing houses too. Looking for one that was payable but still near where you work. If you calculated correctly and bought an apartment that was 2000 each month, plus 300 in taxes you'd still have enough money to buy groceries. Your pay would probably get higher

 

I mean your pay is good. It's just not the same as back home. Where you were off earlier. Now you work from eight to eight. Wake up at 6 and go to sleep at 11. Seven hours of sleep was pretty good.

 

Time went fast, felt fast, is fast. A week ago you didn't have a bank account, now yours is being developed. You know in the future card is more popular and carrying around a wallet the whole time can be annoying.

 

The subway came to a stop at your stop. You got off the sub and climbed up the stairs to reach the surface. Now the final minutes of walking. You were exhausted. You refresh yourself and set your alarm clock you bought the day after you got the job. You got in bed ready for your moment of rest.

 

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‘MOMMM.’ No answer

‘MOOOOMMMMM’ I yell again

‘What?!’ She's annoyed. Is that a suitcase

‘Why do people die?’ I ask

‘Because they just do honey. That's how life works. It happens. And that can be good or bad okay?’ Why is she annoyed?

‘Mom why does it happen?’ You ask

‘Young lady bother your father not me.’ She doesn't spare me another look.

I try to walk after her but I couldn't keep up with her. The door closes behind her. Time to find dad.

‘DAAD.’ Nothing.

‘Daad?’

‘Yes honey.’

‘Why do people die?’

He looks at me as if I just said something very sad.

‘Because if everyone lives forever nothing is fun anymore.’ He picks me up.

‘Wanna go to McDonalds for dinner tonight?’

‘Yes yes yes yes.’ I squeal.
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June 19th 6:00 (6:00 am) 46 days after the Chitauri invasion.

 

You wake up by your alarm. A stupid dream. You always hate those. Especially if they are memories. You turn off your alarm and get out of bed. You got up. After you get dressed for the day you grab your phone wallet and keys ready to leave.

 

You head out the apartment building. You enter the bodega that's nearby your apartment. "Good morning Mrs Andy" She greets you back. You grab a white monster and pay for it. You head to the subway.

 

You bought a ticket for today and checked in. You head downstairs to the platform. And wait. Sub will be here in 4 minutes. A lot of people were heading to their jobs now but it wasn't super crowded. You had a bad feeling about today. You didn't know why. Maybe you were getting sick.

 

You saw a rat on the rails scurrying away. You chuckle. Reminded you of that one ran dragging a slice of pizza. The subway arrives and you get on. You take a seat. You open your monster and start drinking, letting the energy sink into you.

 

After 7 minutes you got off. Walking the final 5 minutes to Shawarma Palace. You help Maria and Mohammed set everything up. You put on your gloves and start customers. It was 7:15 am. They opened 45 minutes earlier today because it was a Monday.

 

You attend the customers who ate their breakfast at the shawarma diner. You know summer is coming up, so tourists who want to see Avengers tower and just NYC in general will come here and buy food because it's so close to Avengers tower.

 

Between 9 and 11 am. Practically no one bought something. You were listening to the music on the radio and vibing along. When you heard the door open. You turned around and saw Happy.

 

"Hello sir, how can i help you." You ask, granting him a smile.

 

"Yeah, hello can I get two shawarmas? And hurry a bit thanks."

 

"Of course sir." You write down the order and hand it to Mohammed. Maria walks up to the counter and greets him and makes small talk while Mohammed shaved the kabab into shawarma.

 

Maria looked back at me and said: "This is Mr Hogan, he's Tony Stark's head of security and assistant." You act surprised. "Nice to meet you Mr Hogan I’m" You state your name. You hum along the song that was playing. A couple days ago he was here too. "Are you a regular Mr Hogan?" He looks at you.

 

"Yeah i come here from time to time." You put the salad in the wrap and slide it to Mohammed. "Is the food for Mr Stark?' You ask. "Can't say." Immediately after he answered his phone rang. "So yes?" He stares you down then picks up the phone.

 

Mohammed just finished wrapping up the order. You bag it up and hand it to Happy. "Here you go. That'll be 6 dollars sir."

 

Happy pays for the food and leaves. Maria walks up and stood next to you. "After the invasion the Avengers came to eat here. They left Loki outside." You act surprised. "Really? That's so cool.'

 

Lunch rush came and went and between 2 and 4 pm lunch rush was over so Maria and Mohammed closed shop for an hour. You got lunch from Maria and walked to central park for your break.

 

New York was really magical if you thought of it as a community. You munch on your wrap. Before heading back to the diner.

 

After you head back from your break order after order came when rush hour drove in. While giving people their orders you made small talk.

 

You clocked out around eight. You got to the subway station and stood at the platform. You grab your phone and check your emails. There was one from the organization reminding you that in 2 months you need a new shelter, and one saying that your card is ready to be picked up. You'll do that tomorrow.

 

You pocket your phone not wanting to waste your phone battery. You notice someone from the corner of your eye. Omg no way. Was that Chris Evans? No, it's Captain America. Holy shit.

 

Why was he in NYC? You thought he lived in Washington DC now. Unless he's here for a mission. Or to visit Tony. You wonder if you should say hi. Well of course you should. That is THE Captain America. You would be a bum if you didn't.

 

You approach him. ‘Excuse me, are you Captain America?’ He turns to you. ‘Yeah I am, how can I help you.’ Gosh he was so handsome. ‘I just wanted to say hi cuz. Well you’re amazing and I'm grateful that you helped saving New York City and fought for us, I’m sorry if I'm awkward.’

 

"No problem. It was the right thing to do."

 

Him and his pure heart.

 

"Do you live around here? Just asking." You ask because he was living in Washington D.C after the invasion. So maybe this timeline was different and he lives in Brooklyn.

 

"No. I’m just looking around Brooklyn. I used to live here. A long time ago." Damn you wanted him to live nearby. Well if he really lived here he would've never met Sam Wilson.

 

"New York must've looked so different back then."

 

He crossed his arms and stared in front of him as if looking back in time.
"Yeah, everything was different. The customs and traditions. Healthcare too." He looks at you. "Were you affected by the invasion?"

 

Well shit. You wouldn't want to lie to this guy. "Well I woke up in the middle of the invasion. And didn't remember who I was except my name. I couldn't find anything about myself either. But the refugee program got me an apartment, money and a phone. So I have enough resources to survive. And I just returned from my work. I actually work at the shawarma restaurant where you and the other Avengers ate after the invasion. I didn't find that out until after Maria and Mohammed the owners of the restaurant told me."

 

And the number 1 position of changing the subject goes to you.

 

He smiles. "Small world." You smile back. Gosh you wish you could tell him. "Where'd you live in Brooklyn?" You already knew, but something between his biceps and calming aura spoke to you.

 

"Brooklyn heights."

 

"That's pretty far away from where we are now. Oh I'm sorry I totally forgot to introduce myself. I'm" You state your name and offer your hand. He shook it and said it’s nice to meet you. Don’t fan girl don't fan girl. He lets go of your hand. The subway then arrived and it wasn't yours. But it seemed to be his.

 

"Well that's me. Nice speaking to you ma’am have a nice day." He boards the subway.

 

You smile to yourself. You felt glad you approached him.
You took the next subway home. Final minutes till you're home. You can push through. Damn you were so fucking tired. At home you did your evening routine and when you were finally done you collapse on the bed. You let your muscles relax. You snuggle up in your bed and fell asleep

 

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Thank you for reading. Kudos and comments are appreciated.
(Any spelling mistakes made is because English is not my first language.)