Long Road To Hell
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helpdesk_heroThis wasn't the day that he'd planned for. Which might just mean that maybe David needs to stop planning things. Best laid schemes and all that. Which isn't to say there are a few things he did that morning that have helped out. Like making sure his wallet had cash. Like keeping his big travel charger in his bag. Like having long since hacked his StarkTech phone to work on any network.
Plans that didn't work out as well? The diner he'd chosen for coffee after just about falling out of thin air. His whole body was sore, this wasn't his Earth at all, and he had a serious headache from crash landing and learning all of this. But the place had coffee, apparently a dollar was still a dollar, and it was pretty peaceful in here despite all the tough looking guys and truckers.
So he hadn't hesitated to go to the bathroom after he paid for his drink. No one would mess with his drink.
He hadn't expected to come back out to the mess he had. Someone really should applaud the soundproofing in the bathroom, actually. Because the way the things are when he comes out could definitely be counted as carnage. The waitress is still there, just short of cowering behind the counter. And outside an expensive black car, with a man in a black coat standing by it. And someone younger. David can't really make out details from here, but... Well, the person in the black coat wasn't there when he came in. The one with them, David vaguely remembers coming in from when David had gotten up to go to the bathroom.
Given the situation, there's only one conclusion as to who had caused this mess. Someone that clearly needed to be here when he cops arrived, and who was leaving. Which meant only one option really.
Damn him and this heroing thing. With a sigh David grabs his bag from his booth as he walks past it, and heads for the door. By the time he makes it the car is gone and the person from the diner walking away. And David following behind them.
Plans that didn't work out as well? The diner he'd chosen for coffee after just about falling out of thin air. His whole body was sore, this wasn't his Earth at all, and he had a serious headache from crash landing and learning all of this. But the place had coffee, apparently a dollar was still a dollar, and it was pretty peaceful in here despite all the tough looking guys and truckers.
So he hadn't hesitated to go to the bathroom after he paid for his drink. No one would mess with his drink.
He hadn't expected to come back out to the mess he had. Someone really should applaud the soundproofing in the bathroom, actually. Because the way the things are when he comes out could definitely be counted as carnage. The waitress is still there, just short of cowering behind the counter. And outside an expensive black car, with a man in a black coat standing by it. And someone younger. David can't really make out details from here, but... Well, the person in the black coat wasn't there when he came in. The one with them, David vaguely remembers coming in from when David had gotten up to go to the bathroom.
Given the situation, there's only one conclusion as to who had caused this mess. Someone that clearly needed to be here when he cops arrived, and who was leaving. Which meant only one option really.
Damn him and this heroing thing. With a sigh David grabs his bag from his booth as he walks past it, and heads for the door. By the time he makes it the car is gone and the person from the diner walking away. And David following behind them.
figure her next thing can trip him up or otherwise knock him down
28/9/19 03:11 (UTC)