*Rebel's pov*
I had been walking for almost two hours and I was already exhausted.

Before Tony took me in walking long distances never fazed me, but now I guess wasn't as use to it as I was before. Looking in the direction of the sun and guessing it was almost five maybe six o'clock, I decide to stop at the small diner coming up.

I casually walk in the front entrance of the diner and made a beeline for the bathroom, as I walk in I look around trying to spot any windows. I find that there is just a window above the toilet in the last largest stall - my escape route.

I wash my hands and head out of the ladies room, taking a booth closest to the women's restroom.

A women approaches with a smile and hands me a menu.

"Hi, Im your sever, Cheryl. Can I take your drink order?" She began.

" I'll just have a water" I answer smiling and taking the menu from her.

Five minuets later she returns with my water, ready to take my order. I hadn't really had the time to look at the menu so I quickly scan over it and choose the first thing I reconginze.

" I'll have the Tuna melt please" I ordered.

I had never actually had a Tuna melt before, but one time I saw Thor eating one that Pepper had made him. So I decided I'd give it a try, not like I'm losing any money over it anyway.

" Alrighty" Cheryl chirped, and wrote down my order. She took back the menu from me and walked back towards the kitchen.

The diner was quite empty, Just me and one other older couple who were enjoying milkshakes. The interior looked very retro, probably based off of the nineties. I watched out the window as the sun started to set, I had no idea where I was but that didn't seem to trouble me.

Twenty minuets later Cheryl came back with my Tuna melt, which was MUCH bigger than I expected. I took my time eating, savoring each bite. Who knew when my next meal would be so I really wanted to enjoy the one I had right in front of me.

Throughout the time I was eating Cheryl would come back, checking up on me or trying to persuade me to order some dessert, each time I politely declined. As I finished up, I scanned the diner. The older couple were long gone and now it was just me in the dining room. I waited till the employee's backs were turned, and then I speed walk to the bathroom. I spent no time on getting out of there. I climb on top of the toilet and cracked the window just enough to slip through, jumping down a few feet and taking off running.

I know what you're think, I'm a bad person.  Honestly at this point I can no longer argue with that.

I run further and further from the small diner, I wonder  to myself how long it will take the lady to realize I'm gone. I laugh to myself thinking about her, all she wanted was to do her job and then I came along.

I slow down when I realize I'm far enough away that they wouldn't be able to catch me. The sun had fully set leaving the sky a faded orange color. A small breeze picked up and  I shuddered zipping up my thin hoodie.

I walk for another two hours, by the time I stop I assume its about eight o'clock.

I had made it into a small town, almost deserted it seemed. Few people were still on the narrow sidewalks, probably still coming home from work.

I walked to the bus station and  figured I'd camp out at the bus stop. It was a long metal bench covered by a clear surrounding. I sat down and pulled out a blanket I had snatch from the living room before leaving the tower. I then zipped my backpack and used it as my pillow, lying my head on it and pulling the blanket over me. As I lay there I get deja vu  from when I first was living on the streets.

Being back on the streets was harder than I expected, I was just getting use to having a bed and not having to Wonder when my next meal was. The thing I missed the most was the human contact. Living with the Avenger was like living with roommates, I had started to get use to all the commotion  that would happen on the daily while living there.

Now as I lye on the cold metal bench I can't help but feeling a sense of loneliness, a feeling I never had before I met Tony Stark.

I thought of Jax, I'd probably never get to see him again. I knew I could never return to New York.

None of this had hit me before I left, the thought of leaving New York permanently made me sad. I grew up there, I made friends there ( or at least one) and there I had found my father.

I almost wish I could just go back, but I knew Tony would never want me back after what I've done.

How is it that I always manage to single-handedly screw up my life over and over again?