A Back to the Future / Marvel Crossover

Written by Diarrhea

Chapter 5 : Cop Trouble.

Marty ran towards the Wendy's, inside his head he thought about how much he 'd like to eat at his favorite fast-food restaurant, the Bacon Cheeseburger, a Pepsi Free and some good ol' French-fries, the mere idea of that made him drool in his mouth. He reached the towards the glass door, got a grip in the handle and pulled the door and went immediately inside.

The Wendy's from the inside looked kind of familiar for Marty, the checkered floor, the greasy and filthy counter, the oily smell of the kitchen were still there, however some things were completely different from what he restaurant tables were made of some unknown type of wood, there were more windows than walls and the atmosphere was extremely more than he had known for all his life.

Marty slowly walked towards the counter with his wallet in his hand, ready to order his favorite meal: a bacon-cheeseburger with mustard and pickles coupled with French fries... The thought of him eating it made him drool in his mouth.

"Hello Sir, welcome to Wendy's, what can I get for you sir?" exclaimed the employee in the counter with a fake looking smile.

"Uhhhhh... I would like a good bacon-cheeseburger with fries and a Pepsi free."

"A Pepsi …. free? Sir, do you mean Caffeine-Free Pepsi, because I 've never heard any drink called Pepsi free ?!"

"Oh yeah, yeah that one!"

"Ok then, a bacon-cheese burger with fries and uhhhh... Caffeine-Free Pepsi... that 'll be uhhhhhh 5.17$"

Marty reached out of his wallet pulled 6 dollars gave them to the miss, let her keep in the change, went to a table sat and waited for his food. While sitting he looked around the fast-food restaurant, they were about 12 people in the place alone or chatting their buds while eating junk food. The table right next to him hand just one guy eating while looking on one of these iPhone thingies that Doc talked briefly about, he noticed the dude had a newspaper which he hadn't touched at all. Marty got out of his chair, walked towards the man and asked.

"Hey man, can I have your newspaper?"

The man didn't respond as he was fully concentrated on his phone, Marty asked him for a second time, but he didn't seem to even know that he was even there then absolutely fed up, Marty, poked him the shoulder to get his attention. The guy finally turned around and closed his phone.

"Uhhh hello, what do you need me for bro?" He said in confused manner.

"Hi, I just wanted to ask somethin', can I have your newspaper, please?"

"My ne-? Ohhh that thing yeah you can have that, don't know how I fricking got it."

Marty grabbed it, sat back down in his seat and started carefully reading it. It was the New York Times, its head story reads "BREAKING NEWS : Iron Man saves 12 Hostages from a Libyan Terrorist Organization, 4 members arrested and are to be sent back to Libya to face Justice."

"Iron Man... who the hell is that dude?"

"He's the best fucking guy in this entire goddam city ever has seen!"

Marty turned around to see a police officer looking at him with an angry expression on his face, he looked to be in his 30's, buffed, about 5' 5 and didn't look too much friendly to be around. Beside him there were 2 other officers both in the 30's too. He walked closer to Marty and shouted.

"He has been a savior for this city ever since he started 7 years ago. He with the Avengers have brought peace for this crime filled town and believe me, I have personally seen him saving the lives of thousands each day while risking his life for it, just so we can be safe in our town!"

Marty irritated by the cop, angrily replied: "Dude, if you need fricking superheroes to just keep crime barely under control, I don't believe this damn city will last that very long!"

The policeman replied with fury: "Listen here you little shit, you think it's easy to enforce the law in a city where every fucking neighbourhood there's a different mob!"

"Well to me it seems that the only reason things 've gotten so bad is that New York Police are old a bunch of dumb and incompetent morons who rely on people who wear metal suits and call themselves superheroes!" Marty said as he walked ack to his table not wanting to continue the conversation.

"You scumbag, you have no right in the world to criticize people who every day put their entire life in danger for you to live in this place without fearing for your good being, you coward little …... CHICKEN! "

Marty immediately froze, he turned around towards the cop, looked at him straight in his eyes and said: "What the hell did you call me?"

"A little chicken!"

"Well tough guy, nobody calls me a chicken, nobody!"

"Oh, what are you gonna do about it kiddo?" said the officer menacingly.

"Something you deserve!"

Marty walked towards the guy, not actually wanting to hit him, just scare him crapless and make him shut his damn mouth. He knew that kind of behavior costed him his dreams of being a rockstar and millionaire and made him a miserable father in the future of the original timeline.

However, Marty failed to notice that the floor had just been cleaned a few minutes ago and as such was quite slippery. So, when he was right up to the officer's face he slipped and accidently punched the man in the gut. Marty got up from the floor and looked with horror the officer he had just punched in the gut.

"Holy Shit! Orwin, man are you okay!?" said one of the cops who were sitting behind him as he ran towards him.

The officer, who the other one called Orwin, was on the floor clutching to his belly in pain.

"Oh crap, dude I didn't mean to hit ya man, I slipped and I... I... I... tried to hold on to something so I wouldn't fall face first to the ground..." but Marty was cut off by one of the cops.

"Sir, put your hands up right fucking now! You are under arrest for assaulting an officer!" He said as he pulled his gun.

"Woah holy shit, ok Jesus man!"

"Now turn around away from me."

"Ok I will, but hey... WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"

Marty pointed at nothing and when the officers looked the other way he bolted to the door, almost bumping into a waitress!

"HEY YOU STOP!" screamed the officer as Marty left the store.

Marty ran outside, looking behind a cop was cashing him on foot, dashing towards him ordering him to stop. Marty starts running through the crowded N.Y.C sidewalk hoping to lose him but after figuring out he wasn't gonna lose him that way he opened the backpack he had brought with him from 1986 and pulled out his trusty Madrid Valterra skateboard.

"Well, another type of a skateboard will save my hide again." he said as he got on it and started riding it.

The idea kinda worked, he was successfully outrunning the cops but didn't lose 'em, he thought maybe that few blocks more they would eventually lose sight of him and he could just go back to Doc.

However, that thought would go away instantly when he saw an officer right in front of him with some kind of weird yellow pistol with no barrel pointed straight at him. He realized that if he didn't do something right now, he 'd probably be shot like Doc in the original timeline so he had to think fast. He saw a quite futuristic modern pickup truck was right next to the officer waiting for the red light to change, so Marty remembering what he did in 1955 to avoid Biff and his gang, right before he collided with the officer and got shot by him, he steered towards the truck's backside and as the light just went green, he rode along with the truck.

"Man, that was close, that cop almost fricking shot me, jeez now I get why Mom and Dad never liked the cities." Marty said while smirking.

"Well, I got to hide somewhere before the cops find me!" he said looking around for anywhere he could hide. He saw a small alleyway in his right, it looked dirty and like it hadn't been used for a long time but it looked like the only good area he could hide to lose the heat.

So, he let go of the truck and rolled towards the ally, looking around while doing so. The alley was fricking awful! It smelled like crap and worst of all there were horrible smelling garbage everywhere that it almost made Marty puke.

"Holy Crap this place stinks worse than Uncle Joey when he's naked! Anyways, I got to talk to Doc, but how I ain't got any radio or a phone to call him on... Oh man I am screwed! Think McFly, Think!" Marty tried to think as hard as he possibly could.

Marty was nervously searching through his pockets trying to find something that could help him, he knew there was nothing that could help but he—He touched something, but alas! The weird iPhone thingy! Doc said it was some kind of portable telephone that could call any number, he can use that to call him and get the hell outta of 2005!

"Okay... let me just figure out how to use this dam thing and call Doc." He pulled out the phone and tried to open it. After a little while he finally was able to turn it on.

He saw a led screen pop up with some kind of cubes in it, they all had different names on them: Notes, Calculator, File Manager and Phone. Marty pressed immediately the phone cube and he saw a list of names he hadn't seen before: "Julian Horwats? Antonio Wilian... who the hell were these people?"

Marty continued to scroll down until he found Doc's name, Emmet L. Brown, then he pressed on it and called him.

After a few seconds, Marty heard Doc's cheerful voice

"Hello Marty, just finished my meal in the Waffle House, let me tell you it was absolutely delicious! Looks like Waffle House still has it in 2005!"

"Yeah, Doc I am sure it does... but hey listen... we gotta leave 2005 right now!"

"Leave 2005... what?! We just got here and I don't think a week has just passed? Wait... maybe... Great Scott... we could currently be in a dimension breaking paradox that has made time loop infinitely and has made us live this day in 2005 forever! But how in the name of Isaac Newton did it happen? Maybe it-"

"Doc, sorry to interrupt but no we are not in a goddamn time loop, listen... I may have gotten myself in some trouble with cops and I may have...Umm... punched a cop in the gut." Marty explained nervously and anxiously.

"You did what!?"

"I know it sounds really bad, I know … but I didn't mean it, I slipped and tried to hold on to something and I punched him in the stomach full force by mistake."

"Why on earth were you even close to him for Jefferson's sake?"

"He called me chicken and I tried to scare him... I didn't know that I 'd hit him for Pete's sake!"

"He enraged you by calling you chicken? I thought you 'd learned your lesson from the shenanigans in the Old West!"

"Yes, I did but... I just wanted to the scare that douchebag not actually hurt the dude for real!"

"Okay okay, Marty I understand... look where are you currently?" Doc asked.

"Umm... I think I am somewhere really close to Central Park close to that Wendy's store I entered right next to the Waffle-"

Suddenly a white gel thing flew past Marty's head at fricking light speed, almost hitting him! Marty was able to barely avoid since he had become quite acrobatic during his time travelling adventures.

However, the iPhone had been decimated into tiny bits, Marty had now no way to directly communicate with Doc.

Stunned, Marty turned around to see what had just happened, the moment he turned he heard a voice say:

"Wow, not only did you just fricking run away from the police in old 2 cent lookin' skateboard and managed in some mysterious way hide from them but you just avoided my webs! I applause you, you are truly talented... Bravo! Shame I gotta arrest you pal!"

To Be Continued...