Nicolette sat alone at the bar, a cubralbra in front of her and her hands on either side of the glass on the cherry wood bar.
« Sweetheart. Qu'est-ce que tu fais ici? «
The bar tender Francois asked her when he stood in front of her with the bar between them. He threw the old yellow bar rag over his shoulder and put both of he's hands on the bar, looking at the French woman sitting in front of her.
«Alex est éteint en Allemagne. Je pense à le surprendre et allez-y demain. "
She said then took a drink; finishing the liquid when she placed the glass down Francois was filling two shot glasses of Smirnoff.
« Pas pour vous faire sentir encore plus mal. «
He started then handed her one of the two shots, keeping one for him, they cheered then took the shot down. They both slammed the glass down on the cherry wood.
"Mais je l'aime quand il n'est pas ici."
A laugh came from Nicolette. Francois smiled at her laugh. He hasn't heard it in a while. Ever since Nicolette started dating the hockey super star known as Alex Ovechkin, she's rarely in the small French bar in Washington D.C. .
"Comment avez-vous été depuis Channing?"
Nicolette's smile faded from her face at the mention of her ex fiancé.
"Bon. Alex a aidé à m'en sortir tout beaucoup de lui. Je m'ennuie de lui chaque jour »
Francois's smile also faded thinking of Nicolette in that heart wrenching pain.
The door to the bar opened, and heavy footsteps walked across the room to the bar. This person sat next to Nicolette. She knew it was a man by the why he walked.
"What will it be?"
Francois asked him, taking a glass from below the bar.
"A cubralebra."
Francois walked down to the other end of the bar to grab a Coke from the small mini fridge.
Nicolette looked over at the man. He was black and dressed in all black; a black eye patch covered his left eye.
"You're Nicolette Benuenux. Aren't you."
She was taken back. She looked down at Francois who was walking back to them with the ice cool Coke in his hand. When he stood in front of them he made the man's drink then poured Nicolette another shot of vodka.
Francois walked down to another man at the other end of the bar to get his drink ready.
"Yes, and you are?"
She asked with her heavy French accent cover her flawless English
"Nick Fury. From S.H. I. E. L.D. I know about what you can do Nicolette."
Her eyes grew wide and she dropped the shot glass. Sending the liquid onto the cherry wood.
« Merde, Nikki. Regardez où la barre est. "
Francois said to her as he ran over cleaning the bar with the old yellow bar rag. When it was all cleaned up he walked away to the back of the bar.
When he was gone Nicolette turned to Nick with a angry face.
"How in the hell do you know?"
She yelled in a hush tone at him.
"I have my ways. Read this over. We need for the Avengers Initiative. We'll be in touch."
With that he got up pulled a ten dollar bill out of his pocket, handed her a black and gray fabric folder then left the bar.
Nicolette pulled out her wallet from her purse that was hanging on the back of the bar chair, pulled out a ten dollar bill then ran out of the bar and out to her car.
She threw the folder onto the passenger seat and started to drive to the apartment that her and Alex share.
Every on and then she'd look at the folder.
What do they want from her?
What is the Avengers Initiative?
How does Nick Fury know about what has happened to her?
What is S.H.I.E.L.D.?
At a red light she pulled her phone from her pocket and texted Alex.
I'm coming to visit. I'll be there in the morning. Love you