Steve was jogging near the Avengers Tower, in Manhattan. Because everyone wakes up at 6:00 in the morning to do that.
Something in his ear buzzed. Sighing, Steve spoke out loud. "What is it Stark?"
"What, you expect me to want something from you? That breaks my heart," said a sarcastic voice.
This was Anthony 'Tony' Stark, everyone's favorite genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.
"Well, what is it?" Steve asked.
"Nothing really. Jarvis woke me up to tell me that you left at… 6:00 in the morning. What sane person does that?" asked Stark, while checking the time.
Steve shrugged. "I like the cold air in the morning. Wakes me up."
"Yeah, well, I got coffee for that," retorted Stark, while taking a long sip of the mentioned coffee. "Just a little bit of sugar, and perfecto."
There was some silence after that. After Steve ran another two blocks, a beep was heard from Stark's end.
"Hey, there's a robbery taking place at a jewelry store just a block away from you," realized Stark.
"Who robs stores at 6:00 in the morning?" Steve asked out loud, already heading toward the bank. He could also already see them, waving their guns everywhere.
Stark snorted. "Who runs around the city at 6:00 in the morning? Just get over there. I'll come over after I finish my coffee."
"After?" repeated Steve. Stark shrugged. "Hey, I like my coffee. Well, not as much as beer, but whatever. Besides, it's pretty small. Nothing you can't handle."
Steve ran into the bank. Inside, was only a few employees, who were on the floor, hands on their head. Above them, were two masked men, one holding a gun, and another a knife.
The one with a knife turned around. "Oi, Randy. Check out this dude."
'Randy' turned around, before grinning. He held the gun to Steve's face. "You better get back man. Don't wanna get shot, do ya?"
Steve stood his ground. "You had best let them go. Don't make me ask again."
The knife wielder scoffed. "Really? We have a knife and gun. What you got on us, huh?"
"I'd say a friend," said a deep voice. Turning his head, Steve saw someone wearing a large brown cloak, which covered his face.
On this person's back, was a staff, with a big drill at the end. The old man said, "Ganging up on someone isn't really fair, so I decided to come to even the odds."
"Sir," said Steve. "I would recommend staying back. These guys are dangerous."
"I'd say both of you beat it! We're in the middle of a robbery! You two ain't stopping us!" said Randy.
"Really?" said the man. Everyone in the room widened their eyes. The man had moved to the other side of the room, behind the robbers, so fast, their eyes couldn't catch up.
"Wah…?" said Randy. Then, the man struck out. He grabbed his drill staff, and slammed it into Randy's side, sending the poor man flying into a cash register.
The one with the knife shook. "Why you…!" He ran towards the old man, preparing to stab him.
However, thanks to Steve's boosted speed, he made it to the robber, and tackled him to the ground. With one solid punch, the robber was unconscious.
Audible sighs were heard around the store. The employees got up. "Thank you for saving us. They came so fast…!"
"You're safe now," said Steve. "How about you call the police to bring these guys in?" The employee nodded.
Just then, some loud music was heard. The employees and old man tensed, until Steve sighed. "It's alright."
Iron Man made his grand entrance. The Avenger looked around after landing. "Am I late for the party?"
"Very late," nodded Steve.
"Oh my god, it's Iron Man! It's one of the Avengers!" screamed an employee.
"You got it! Tony Stark, aka the Iron Man, right in front of you! Yep, pretty much," said Iron Man sarcastically. "So who's the old guy?"
Steve had forgotten about the old man. "Oh, this person helped me take down the two who were attacking this jewelry store. Which reminds me, I never got your name."
The old man grinned. "I'm nobody."
Iron Man groaned, before taking off his helmet, revealing the owner of Stark Industries. "Look, let's not go that route. Some mysterious person helps the main character out, and vanishes with no trace, blah blah blah."
The old man chuckled. "Well, I have no place in this world. I've been watching this world for quite a while. Nice job with the alien invasion by the way. Just keep the wreckage to a minimum."
"Yeah well," retorted Stark. "Can we get a name, or…"
The old man paused, before smiling underneath his hood. "I'm Simon. Simon the Digger."
Simon walked out of the jewelry store, just as police sirens were heard in the distance. The wind blew his cloak, making his hood fall off his head.
Just as the police cars came into view, the two Avengers watched as the dark blue haired man, walked away.
Finally, someone spoke. "Okay, am I in a TV show or something? Because that was really cliche. Not to mention vague," said Stark.
Steve groaned.
AN: Hello everyone! Dragon here!
For those who read my "What In The Name Of God Is That Italy?!", don't worry, that's not done. It's just I've hit a roadblock. So I've decided to write this little one-shot to boost my brain power.
I don't know if it worked or not, but whatever. Hope you've enjoyed this short story. Give me at least one review. C'mon. I know you want to.
And if you want me to write something, then tell me, by review. You can see how much I want them XD
Well, see ya until next time!