"Hey!" a boy called out. "Iron-Man!"
"Aw no," Tony Stark, or the dude known as Iron-Man groaned within his suit. "Not HIM again..."
"It's Bradster here!" the boy with the red hair called out.
The body manages to catch up to Iron-Man in his flight to New York City...or perhaps New Tremorton.
"Check out this new suit I got!" Brad said. "It's a special state-of-the-art. A weird yet cool friend of mine made it for me back in Tremorton. Now I look pretty fresh now!"
Brad flew around in a twisty twirling motion. Then he clicked his tongue, looking all confident like the Flash.
Thankfully, he didn't see his idol secretly roll his eyes in his suit, sighing to himself. He wanted to face palm so badly.
Then, to his relief, a special somebody appears in thin air, flying along-Global Response Unit XJ-9, better known as Jennifer Wakeman. An actual robot, she serves as a pretty smart, sensible, slightly mature, yet sensitive and dutiful teenager, and at only just 5 years old. Of course, she had the mind of teenage girl, but at least she was much more tolerable than that annoying redhead friend of hers, always expecting danger at every corner.
"Hey Mr. Stark," Jenny greets warmly. "Just flying over to see if I can help out or join in the fun. So where are we going now?"
"As of now I can't reveal," Tony Stark answers. "However, I can lead you two if you just follow me. Quickly. Quietly."
Stark flew away, further into the distance of clouds. He leaves behind a smoke trail, prompting both Jenny and her friend, Brad to follow suit.
Little did they know about the alien ships flying mysteriously above at the corner.
