AN: This idea came to me, literally, at 2:13am, after I had a dream of shadows, Captain America and a pineapple. ...I don't remember why there was a pineapple, nor do I want to think about it, but anyway! I give you this new plot bunny, filled with RWBY, our favorite overpowered hero, and a smidge of Marvel influence.
...Dammit, now I'm wondering what the hell that pineapple was in my dream for...
Fame and Shield
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Stanley's Diner was a quaint little place on the corner of Roost St. and Molar Ave. The diner had been active in the city of Vale for nearly fifty years and came to life sometime after the end of the Faunus Rights Revolution. The owner, Stanley Marvell, was a retired soldier of Vale and had fought in the Revolution. Any malice towards the other species that occupied Remnant had been abolished after the war, and Stanley quickly started to hire any and all Faunus who applied along with Humans who tolerated or did not mind the species. Needless to say, the latter was far less in amount than the former.
The controversy of the hiring staff fell out of the spotlight after Vale Councilman Gerald Shaw visited and declared the diner, quote, "the ideal example of Faunus and Human coexistence." Afterwards, more people became curious about the food and the atmosphere and soon it was a very famous location on Vale's map. In the past decade, however, just around the time the White Fang policies started to change, the diner started to lose its fame among the citizens, particularly most of the Human residents. Shortly after, poor Stanley Marvell died and left the diner to his head cook at the time, a young Faunus named Gene Taurus.
The change in ownership caused many longtime customers and a few employees to quit. The one saving grace of Stanley's Diner, the name kept in honor of the grandfatherly man that had started it, was the diner's location and history. These two factors had made it a 'must-visit' for tourists. Several famous people came to visit while they were in the city and would stop by time after time while they did so. A few notable actors, such as Spruce Willis and Sean Culinary, had stopped in, had a burger, and were seen coming back for more over the years. The fame was restored and Stanley's Diner pressed through to the present.
However, that didn't mean there weren't problems in the present.
"I said empty the register, ya filthy animal!" A man in a dark suit and white tie ordered as he waved a pistol at the nearly fifty-year-old manager-slash-owner. The man was young, his voice showed that, but his identity was concealed by a black ski mask.
Gene Taurus, the one being faced with the pistol, narrowed his brown eyes at the mildly racist slur thrown his way. As he cautiously opened the register to retrieve the lien, Gene wished he was not as old as he looked and his greyed bull-like tail flicked angrily behind him.
"That's a good old man, show me the goods and package them slowly." The thief encouraged with a smirk. Gene glared at him as he did what he was told. Had the young fool been alone, Gene would've gladly shown the condescending brat just why a bull Faunus was not to be angered.
Unfortunately, with the robber were three similarly dressed men. One had disappeared into the back to check the kitchen. Gene hoped that neither of his cooks did anything to provoke the man.
The second had Gene's waitress Nanny, a teenage Faunus girl with small goat-like horns on her head, seated at a nearby booth on the right of the diner with a shotgun aimed at her head. The poor thing let out nervous bleats as she tried to stifle her tears.
The last criminal, armed with an automatic weapon, walked around the diner and kept the rest of the few early morning customers seated and calm. He was scouting for Scrolls, the technological device that nearly everyone used for contacting someone, and anything of value. Auto One, Gene decided to name the masked men after the weapons they used, stopped when he came across a young man that had stumbled in a few minutes ago and asked for a pot of black coffee. Not a cup, an entire pot.
"I said get up, punk!" Auto ordered as he pointed his weapon at the young man seated near the back of the diner. The youth had short and neatly cropped blond hair, with the telltale signs of a golden fuzz on his cheeks. He wore a brown leather jacket with a star embellished on the shoulder of both arms over a white shirt with an dull orange star in the center of his chest. Jeans covered his legs from the waist down, almost tucked militaristically into his boots. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes, but Gene recalled how tired they looked.
"Look, pal, I am really not in the mood, okay? I had a bad night, and all I want to do is sit and drink my coffee."
"Oh, I'm sorry, you had a bad night?" Auto mocked as he jabbed the blond in the head. "You're about to have a really bad fucking day! Get your ass up before I paint this fine establishment with your brains!"
"God, I hate guns..." The blond mumbled sourly as he got up. He stood at nearly six feet and looked like he was built like a professional fighter. Once he was on his feet, Auto jabbed him in the head again and the blond scowled at him. "Don't touch me."
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want!" Auto jabbed the blond once more in the forehead. "And if I want to fucking poke you with my gun, kid, I will fucking poke you! With! My! G-!"
The barrel that had jabbed into the blond's head with each word was stopped by the blond's hand. A fist blurred into Auto's throat and the would-be criminal crumpled to the ground with his hands around his neck as he tried to breathe.
"Hey! Don't move!" Pistol warned as Auto Two, the one in the kitchen, burst out with his gun aimed at the blond that held the weapon. The blond looked between the two men that aimed their weapons at him and held his hands up.
"Sorry, knee jerk reaction. Academy training, you know how it is," the blond said with a weak smile.
"I don't fucking care! You! Check on the idiot, and you!" Pistol pointed his gun from the second Auto, who moved to check on the downed and hacking criminal, to the blond. "You put that gun on the counter nice and slow, or I'll blow all of these people's fucking brains out!"
"No need to do anything rash. I'm putting it down, nice and slow," the blond said as he took cautious steps towards the counter and carefully put the automatic weapon down on it with one hand. Pistol watched as the blond had set the gun down and began to pull his hand away. The thief's gun moved back to Gene, who had watched the altercation, and he scowled.
"Who said you could stop packing, beast?" The hammer on his pistol cocked. "Get back to wo-!"
Pistol was cut off as the other Auto let out a sharp yell of pain after there was a loud and sickening crack. His gaze went back to the blond before his gun had, and his eyes widened when the butt of Auto's gun flew at high speeds into his face. As Pistol fell to the ground unconscious, the bullet was fired from the round and occupants of the diner screamed as they dropped to the ground.
"Charlie! Hey! Get on the fucking ground or I'm gonna blow her brains out!" The last thief, baring the shotgun at Nanny, shouted at the blond, who looked like he hadn't moved.
"All I wanted to do was drink my coffee." The blond sighed as he slowly took his sunglasses, which had somehow been broken after everyone's eyes had moved off of him. Two intense blue eyes stared at the thief. "I was more than willing to let this all happen without anyone getting hurt, then report the crime to the proper authorities."
"I said get on the fucking ground or her head explodes!" The shotgun-wielding criminal barked as he pumped his gun and aimed at Nanny, who burst into sobs. Shotgun looked back at Nanny with a sneer. "Bitch, shut the fuck up!"
Gene, who did not take his eyes off of the blue-eyed blond lad, watched the young man slam his fist down on the edge of one of the waitresses' large drink trays that had been set down near him. The disk flipped into the air and was plucked from it by the blond. The young man spun clockwise once before the tray left his hand like he was a discus thrower of Mistral.
The tray flew at Shotgun, but missed entirely as it flew over him when he ducked. Shotgun turned back to the blond and aimed his weapon at him. "You missed, bitch!"
The blond smirked. "I don't miss."
There were two sharp clangs as the drink tray ricocheted off of the diner walls and flew back into the back of the criminal's neck. It flipped into the air as Shotgun dropped to the ground, out cold while his gun slid away from him.
Gene watched with wide eyes as the blond caught the tray almost as though it were second nature. The young man walked over to Nanny and knelt at her side to console her before he turned to Gene.
"Go check on your employees and talk to the other customers. I'll get their weapons and tie them up." The young man stood and spoke with such authority that Gene wondered just what academy he was talking about. "It's over now, and I know all of you are scared, but we cannot leave until the police arrive. Please, just bear with me while we await them and don't leave. You may be needed for testimony to ensure these men–" The blond nudged Shotgun in the side and earned a groan. "–Don't ever do this again."
Gene was surprised to see the customers that had started to rise slowly sat down. He looked back at the blond and remembered what he was told to do. Before he could leave the counter, Auto, with the broken windpipe, stood up and pulled out a revolver of his own.
"Die, you sonovabitch!" The hoarse proclamation was accompanied by the sound of a gunshot. The drink tray stopped the bullet before it was whipped from the blond's grasp at the gun in Auto's hand. Auto let out a cry as his wrist was shattered, but was quickly silenced as the blond performed an amazing acrobatic maneuver over the counter to deliver a dropkick into Auto's chest. Auto flew back into the wall and crumpled on a table, that promptly collapsed under his weight and impact.
"Kid..." Gene felt the word escape his lips before he could stop it. The blond looked over at him with a curious gaze, undoubtedly wondering what the question he had was. Gene had many, but he decided to settle with the first and possibly the most important that came to mind. "Just who are you?"
"No one special." The blond let a small smile cross his face. "My name's Naruto. Naruto Ironwood."
AN: So it begins. Tell me your thoughts.
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