Hello everyone! This is my first fanfic so I need all the advice I can get!

I do not own the avengers.

On a rainy night in Dublin, a waitress wiped down the tables in a rag-tag restaurant. Despite the restaurant's messy decor, the girl did her best at scrubbing the place as clean as it could get. Wiping with a sad piece of a washcloth, the waitress tucked her wavy russet hair behind her ears so as to not hang in her eyes while working. Her hair was probably one of her best features she mused, an unusual shade of an auburn-brown that reached the middle of back. The men around here seemed to agree too, along with her "mystical" eyes. She sighed after the table was done and mentally scolded herself for being so vain instead of focusing more on her work. A man, around his late forties with a scruffy grey beard, patted her shoulder. He then gestured to a man at a table over to the far right. He then signed with his hands, "Wants water." She signed back a thank you with her hand coming off her lips in a downward motion, almost like blowing a kiss into the air. She then went to get the customer a water, inwardly sighing about all the lies she had told and wishing she could tell the truth for once. She just had no idea that her wish was about to come true.