A/N: I kind of got carried away, this is totally what my father did when I was little and asked him a question! FLUUUUUUFF and stuff
You were sitting on the couch, Toms arm wrapped around you and you were watching a movie. He placed a kiss on your temple every now and then and you went up and down his thigh with your fingertips.
“If you keep doing that we’ll have to take this into the bedroom, darling.”, he said into your ear his voice muffled because of your hair.
You looked up woth a smirk to say something when you got interrupted.
“Livingroom honey!”, you yelled back and a couple seconds later your ten yesr old daughter was standing infront of you.
“I’ve got this homework. Could you help me out?”, she asked sitting down on the carpet and placing her exercise book on the coffeetable.
“Of course. What is it?”, Tom asked and looked over her shoulder.
“So there are questions I have to answer and some of them are about my parents. So how did you guys meet?”, she asked and took her pen ready to write her sentence.
“Well.”, Tom started and you closed your mouth leaving him to tell her.
“It was around the time where I started shooting spiderman…”
Friday - 6:55
Every morning started the same. Exact same time. You took your keys, shoulderd your bag and closed the door behind you, leaving your parents house. A black car drove down the street while you took off to the bus stop where you hopped on the bus 207. Your ride lasting 12 minutes, you were down town at 7:07. It took you about 15 minutes to walk to the café where you were working. So you walked into the Hots'n Buns at 7:22, making the bell above the door ring painfully loud.
Right about then Mrs.Walker walked by you like every morning. She had grey puffy hair, was about 4"11 and had round glasses on her nose.
“Morning me lady.”, you greeted her and tapped your imaginery hat and she smile back at you.
“Right about time.”, she joked and you chuckled.
“7:22. As always Mrs.Walker.”, you said walking past her into the kitchen.
You entered the kitchen at 7:25 and took your cooking apron off the hook and put it on.
“Hiya.”, Maddy greeted you while hanging her own apron back.
“What’s up? Something new?”, you asked and she shrugged.
“No newbies. Suit-Man two coffees. Perl-lady 5 buns. Mrs. Walker two Baguettes…”, she said and took a deep breath.
“And hoodie-boy two croissants and one large black coffee.”, you both said simultanously and grinned at each other.
“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.”, she said and I nodded.
“7:25 you know it!”, I yelled because she was already going out the door.
At exactly 7:30 you were standing at the counter ready to take in the orders. You were known by the staff and the customers for your punctuality. It was just a thing that you tried to keep up. For no exact reason but it was fun.
Exactly 8 hours later you hung your apron back and took your stuff to get out of the Café.
You didn’t know if you got jinxed or something because the next morning you woke up late. Only 10 minutes but very important 10 minutes. Meaning: You’d be late. You didn’t get to have breakfast, you missed your bus and had to take 305 to get to town. It was already 7:17 when you got down town and it was 7:32 when the bell above the door rang. Was it more annoying this morning or was it just your nerves? You did not get to meet Mrs.Walker with her two baguettes and her genuine smile. Which was bad enough. So it was 7:35 when you entered the kitchen where Maddy was waiting with her hands on her hips. You shot her a glare and she threw her hands in the air.
“Don’t say nothin’”, you said obviously pissed off and she shook her head.
“You held it up for three years. That’s somthing.”, she said and you shot her another glare.
“I’m not sayin’ nothin’.”, she defended herself and added,“It’s only 10 minutes. Everybody comes 10 minutes late.”
“Not me.”, you growled and pushed the door open to the counter. You wrote Jessica that she could come 10 minutes later because you would stay in ten minutes longer. No one expected that from you but it was your punishment for yourself. Not that you needed it.
Because everything went wrong that day. Only because of 10 damn minutes.
Three people complained about their coffee which you couldn’t understand. And then while making coffee for them again the coffee machine went off on you. It just did nothing. So no coffee for already annoyed customers. One woman didn’t pay enough. You saw it, she ran away, you had to pay the rest because you wanted to keep the job. Otherwise your manager would flip his shit.
And last but not least: A tiny human being, also called child, decided to drop his cup right before you walked by their table and you slipped on his drink, landing directly in the puddle of ice-tea.
It was after 15:30. Normally you would be gone just now but not today. The lunch rush was over and it was quiet in the Café so you took your chance to repair the coffee machine. You didn’t know how long you worked on it but as soon as you made it work the bell rang. Your back was faced to the room so you didn’t know who came in.
“Yes!”, you said triumphantly to yourself and threw your fist into the air.
“Hello there. Same as always, please.”, you heared someone say to you with an english accent and you turned around to look at him.
“Huh.”, you said and put your hands on your hips. There he was. A young man, probably as old as you, in a black hoodie. He had the kindest brown eyes you’ve had ever seen and it made you smile.
“I-I’m sorry, what?”, you asked after he raised a brow and smiled back.
“Oh sorry. I thought you were Jessica!”, he said and shook his head apologetically. Why on earth did he know Jessica? No offense.
“What?”, you asked again and facepalmed yourself in your mind for sounding so dumb.
“Sorry, you must be new here. I’ve never seen you here before. I’ll have a Latté and a Brownie please.”, he ordered again and smiled but you didn’t think of moving and raised a brow at him.
“No I’m quite old. You probably come in here for the first time.”, you suggested and put the Brownie into a paperbag.
“Actually I’ve been coming here for the last year everyday.”, he said with a grin.
“Name?”, you asked with a small grin on your lips as you took a cup and a pen to write his name.
“Well Tom. I’ve been working here for three years and I’ve never seen you around.”, you said while writing his name.
“What a shame.”, he teased you and you looked up immediatly to see him smirk.
“Which means you always came in too late. After I ended my shift.”, you said and put the cup into the coffee machine.
“Naaah. I’ve been coming in everyday exactly at 15:36. Punctuality thing of mine.”, he said and you looked at him over your shoulder.
It hit you right then that you always missed this cutie for a year because you always left at exactly 15:30. Everyday.
“Well it’s your lucky day then. Cause I came in late today and thus I had to work longer.”, you explained and took the coffee off the machine.
“You’re welcome.”, I smiled at him putting the coffee down on the counter.
“Thank you.”, he chuckled and took the coffee into his other hand. He looked at you for a longer time and then shook his head lightly still smiling.
“Alright. I gotta go.”, he said and you nodded.
“Off you go.”, you said and smiled back.
“See ya.”, he said and turned his back on you and walked towards the door.
“If you come in earlier, maybe.”, you called after him and you were sure that you heared him laugh.
You checked the time when he went out the door. 15:40. That was your call. You went into the kitchen and changed shifts with Jessica who came in earlier.
“Did you see Tom? What a babe am I right? I’ve been trying to get his number for a year now. Do you think he noticed?”, she asked you while you were hanging your apron back on the hook.
“We’ve had a chat. But not about you, sorry.”, you said and shrugged.
While you walked out of the kitchen with your normal clothes on, Jessica walked to the counter. Right about then you bumped into a chest because you were checking your phone.
“Sorry.”, you both apologized at the same time. Realising the voice your head shot up and you looked into those beutiful brown eyes.
“Hey.”, he smiled.
“What are you doing here? Problem with the coffee? People been complaining all day. Thought I fixed the darn thing.”, you said and looked at his cup of coffee.
“No! No. I just…forgot the sugar. And, you know…”, he said and I shook my head.
“I actually don’t know. Are we out of sugar? Are you gonna complain about that? Look man,my shift is over. You can give your compl…”, you started but he cut you off.
“No! No complaint. Jesus. What happened today?”, he laughed and you huffed in relieve.
“A lot.”, you chuckled.
“So I actually came back cause…I felt dumb. For not asking for your name.”, he said insecurely and you laughed out loud. He looked taken aback for a sec and you gathered yourself together immediatly.
“You came back for that?”
“Yeah?”, he said now unsure.
“Why don’t you call the number I wrote on the cup, Sugar.”, you said and pointed at his cup.
“Wha-…ohmygod.”, he blurted out and sighed.
His cheeks blushed and I chuckled.
You looked down and saw just then his weird looking red boots.
“Hey! What’s up with those?”, you asked and pointed at his feet. His head shot up immediatly and he looked horrofied.
“I gotta go! Sorry, I’ll call to ask for your name!”, he called while running out of the café.
“Y/N!”, you yelled after him, not reslly sure if he heared it or not.
“So…you guys met in a café?”, your daughter said after Tom finished his detailled story and his mouth dropped which made you laugh.
“Yes sweetie.”, you answered for him and watched how she wrote down ‘They met in s café’.
“Isn’t that a little minimalist of you to…”, Tom started with an offended look on his face but you cut him off.
“You’re doing great Rose. Anything else?”, you chuckled but she shook her head, so her brown locks bounced up and down.
“Go finish your homework then. We’ll go out for dinner later.”, you told her and she got excited.
“Can we get McDonalds?!”, she exclaimed and raised her hands.
“It’s Daddys turn to decide.”, you said and looked over to Tom who was still shocked.
“And…he will tell you after you finish your homework.”, you added after seeing that he wouldn’t answer.
She took off with her book and you shook your head still laughing.
“We met in café…We met in a CAFÉ?”, he sighed after she was gone and you let yourself fall onto your back and held your belly laughing.
“That’s what she got? I’m gonna have to have a talk with her.”, he said and you playfully hit his shoulder.
“Shut up!”, you said and he looked at you.
“What are you laughing at?”, he said with raised brows.
“She asked you how we met. Not our whole dating life.”, you teased him and sat back up.
“I didn’t tell her about what we did at our second date.”, he teased you back and you raised a brow.
“I can’t quite recall that?”
“I’ll show you, Sugar.”, he said and leaned in to kiss you. You placed your hands on his neck and pulled him closer. He put his hands on your waist and let his fingers gently slide under your shirt.
“I’m done! Ew gross!” The voice of your daughter made you jump apart. You looked at eachother in disbelief and Tom broke the silence.
“Daddy wanted to show you what Mommy and…”, he started but you muffled his voice by pressing your hand on his mouth.
“Tom!”, you said in disbelief and looked up at your daughter.
“Go get your coat Rose. We’ll be there in a sec.”, you told her and she took off again.
“You’re unbelievable.”, you said and took your hand off his mouth.
If Peter has to die in Infinity War, even temporarily, I want to FEEL it. No boom, he’s dead, back to the battle.
I want to see Tony hugging his dead body, hear him screaming and crying like any dad who just lost his only child.
I want to see Groot realize that, though he’s just a teen, he’s not invulnerable.
I want to see Wanda cry because she can feel Peter’s death and Tony’s grief and she knows what it’s like to lose your whole world.
I want to see Strange run over and try to staunch the blood flow, do CPR, do anything to desperately try to save his new friend.
I want to see Rhodey pulling a struggling Tony away from Peter’s body, his own voice shaking as he tries futilely to calm his best friend down.
I want to see Clint and Scott pat whatever part of their uniforms holds the picture of their kids while Clint starts moving towards Wanda.
I want to see everyone look at the friends and loved ones they have on that battlefield with shock and grief and a new terror in their eyes because the teenager - the happy, sassy, brilliant teenager with a long life ahead of him who had more protection on that battlefield than anyone thanks to Stark tech and a hoard of protective adults - was just killed in front of them. And if he couldn’t survive… can any of them?