You adjusted your apron once again after serving yet another customer. The small, homey coffee shop bustled with the usual morning crowd. You flashed your practiced smile at the customers, but inside, your mind was racing. Today had to go smoothly—just like every other day for the six months you had been working undercover here.

The bell above the door jingled, and you turned to greet the newcomer. However, your smile quickly faltered, heart pounding in your chest because you saw Tony Stark standing in the doorway, scanning the room with his sharp eyes.

You quickly averted your gaze, praying he wouldn't recognize you. As a bad guy with great skills, you had managed to get the intel from Stark and the Avengers for years to use it against them without getting caught. The job as a waitress was a cover, a safe harbor where you could lay low and gather intelligence without raising suspicion. But with Tony here, your plan could easily crash.

"Morning!" you chirped, knowing that it was too late to run and forcing enthusiasm into your voice as Stark approached the counter. "What can I get you?"

Tony's eyes flicked to you, and for a brief moment, you felt a chill run down your spine. His gaze lingered a second too long, but then he smiled, seemingly oblivious.

"Black coffee, please. And a slice of your blueberry pie."