Author's Note:
Hello there, this is the Iron Man fanfiction I said I would be posting and I really hope you guys like it. I again, I don't own any Marvel characters just Emily and Billy.
Reviews are welcomed, Enjoy!
Emily's P.O.V.
Tonight the diner was finally closing early due to the lack of customers. It had been a long day. Disgusting men hit on me, and I had to throw them beer to get them off (the beer came out of my paycheck). On top of that, my coworkers were giving me a hard time dumping me all their work. I couldn't quit since I got the job after a difficult year of probation. I been on the run since I was 15, I was as a diner girl ever since. I was cleaning the tables when I heard the door's bell ring. Not a new customer, please!
I look at the booth he was sitting, and my coworkers were speechless. He looked like he was at his early thirties, he had a stubbly beard, shades, and his hair was slightly messy. I walk up to the booth. He was staring at me; he lowers his shades, and I see his dark brown eyes. "Good evening, sir what would be your order?"
He has a cocky smile while he looked at the menu, "I would have you if you were on the menu. How about we get out of this dump and eat something fancy?"
I give him a fake smile wanting to punch his face, he would be the third guy that hits on me. "Sir, please I suggest you give me your order or I have to ask you to leave the establishment."
He didn't seem happy, but he wasn't angry, he looked weirded out. "Talk about feisty, I'll just have a turkey sandwich and water." He handed me the menu after I wrote down the order. "Billy, give me a turkey witch, please. Just like the picture!"
"Got it, angel," he yelled from the kitchen. Billy was one of the oldest employees; he's almost at his sixties. He was like a father to me ever since he lost his daughter in the invasion. He was the only one to treat me like a person there. After I gave the order to Billy, the manager scolds me for the way I treated the customer. Apparently, he was Tony Stark. A billionaire and someone who, supposedly, saved New York from the aliens. After that, I heard the other waiters insulting me. I hide in the kitchen. "I don't get it, who is that guy?"
"Don't you have TV at your apartment?" He gave me a weird look.
I shook my head as a response. "I don't think I can afford it plus my parents never gave me the pleasure of having one... Plus, I barely have enough money for food."
"Ems, you know you can come over for diner, he'll you can even stay at our home. Lily doesn't mind she's..."
"I don't want to intrude, plus I can't. I have reasons Billy, you know that." I cut him off and he gave me a sigh.
"Look stop overworking yourself, it not healthy for you and you should be studying."
He gave me another plate... "Bill?"
"The vampire wants Mr. Stark to have the best dish here."
"But that's not what he ordered..."
"I know, but you know how he can be. Now go, your customer is waiting for his food."
I take his food and glass of water. I see him working on a holographic tablet. It looked like a suit... Once he saw me he put everything away and looked at the food he never ordered. "I didn't..."
"This is our best dish here and this is a gift of the establishment for..." I give him a forced smile. "For honoring with your presence."
He saw right through my smoke. "You know you are not obligated to be nice to me, have you heard of Free Country?"
"Oh, trust me you wouldn't be having special treatment. I don't know you, but if I'm not nice my boss will fire me." I hand him the glass of water and left to the cleaning. I felt anger take over me and that my purple hair was slowly changing to red. Why was I angry? I keep looking at the guy, who apparently, was looking at me as well. I kept cleaning and then head over the kitchen to say my goodbyes to Billy. Once gone I start working on adding up the money I worked for the day and see that the guy was asking for the check. I gave him the check and retrieved it, once he gave me the money. He left leaving the tip behind. I store his money and cleaned up his table. While taking the dishes, I see his phone number on a folded paper, and one hundred and fifty dollars as his tip. What the hell did just happen?
