AN: I've realized that I haven't updated the Hetalia x Pokemon crossover story much yet, but do not be alarmed! I'm not giving up on it! Hopefully... (o.O)
Disclaimer: I do not Gurren Lagann nor Avengers
"You know…" started Tony.
Natasha sighed. They were only in the plane for a few minutes, and he already wanted to say something. "What, Stark?"
"You say that we got to take down this old guy, but where would we find him?"
Natasha rolled her eyes. "I thought you were the smart one."
"Psh. What are you talking about? I'm pretty sure that I AM the smartest one here, if not in the entire world," Tony wiggled his eyebrows.
"Exactly," said Natasha, causing Tony to smirk. "And that's why you're going to find out where he is."
Tony's smirk disappeared fast. "What do you mean, I've got to find out where the old geezer is?!"
"Well, you DID just say you're the smartest one in the world. Shouldn't that mean you're capable of finding one old man?" she added, smirking.
Tony sputtered. Steve grinned, holding his laughter. "She's got you there, Stark."
The armored man grumbled. "Fine. Leave it to the smart one then. Hey, Jarvis. Look into some cameras, and try to find an old guy, with dark blue hair, a weird staff, and a brown cloak."
"Of course sir. However, may I add that in a way, I'm doing the work for you. Does this mean that I'm the smartest in the world?" Jarvis asked sarcastically.
"First of all, I built you to be the smartest AI in the world, Jarvis. Second, that doesn't mean you're the smartest, because I'M the smartest. You're like, second or something. Third... I hate you all," grumbled Tony.
After a few minutes, Tony spoke up from behind his helmet. "Alright, he's in Central Park."
"What's he doing in Central Park?" Steve asked out loud.
"Well, apparently, planting flowers. Can you even do that in Central Park?" replied Tony.
"And that's what we're going in to find out," said Natasha, driving the plane towards the park. Tony raised an eyebrow. "We're going to find out if you can plant flowers in Central Park?"
Natasha groaned. "No, we're going to find out why he's there in the first place."
"Oh, well… why couldn't you have said that earlier?" Natasha groaned. Why did Fury suggest him anyway? Natasha would have been fine with Hawkeye.
Simon hummed as he kneeled to plant a pink rose near a tree.
As he was doing this, people would indiscreetly glance at the old man, wondering why he was planting a rose, why he had a drill on a stick, many things really.
A boy walked up to him out of curiosity. "Hey."
Simon didn't respond. The boy frowned, before trying again. "Hey!"
Again, Simon said nothing, continuing to hum, and plant the flower. The boy growled, before kicking Simon in the knee. "Hey! You deaf or something?"
Then, the boy yelped, his foot in pain from kicking Simon. The old guy has a very hard knee, apparently. The old digger sighed. "Young kids these days…"
"What was that, old man?!" cried the boy. "I was trying to get your attention, but you couldn't hear me!"
"That didn't mean you had to kick me," chucked Simon, before sitting down. "And I heard you just fine. I just ignored you."
This made the boy even more angrier. "Then why didn't you say anything?!"
Simon looked at the boy. "Because you weren't being nice about it. Next time, how about an 'excuse me', or something? I am older than you, after all."
The boy gaped at him, now seeing the old digger more clearly. Simon raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"Your eyes are swirly!" exclaimed the boy. Simon just stared at the boy, before laughing. The boy glared. "What's so funny?!"
Simon stopped laughing slowly. "Ha… well, no one's ever really said that to me before. I guess they are swirly."
"Well, you got to be stupid to not know what your eyes look like!" exclaimed the boy. Simon raised an eyebrow. "What was it that you needed my attention for?"
"Oh, right," realized the boy. He pointed to three people who were coming closer to them. "Those guys wanted to talk to you."
Simon sighed. He patted the soil near the flower he was planting, ruffled the boy's hair (to the boy's discontent), and walked to the three who wanted him.
"So… I've heard from a little bird that you need me?" said Simon. He slung his drill staff across his shoulders nonchalantly.
"He's more of a boy than a bird, but sure, let's go with that." said the man wearing red and yellowish gold plates of armor. The Iron Man.
The woman wearing a tight fitting black bodysuit, also holding out two handguns, rolled her eyes. Black Widow. "Let's get down to it. We need you to come with us."
Simon raised an eyebrow. Though, no one saw it, since Simon had his hood covering his face now. "Oh? And why is that, Agent Romanoff?"
Black Widow tensed for a slight second, before glaring at Simon. "Orders from up top."
"Up top?" asked Simon, before realization hit him. He chuckled. Iron Man raised his repulsors threateningly.
"Something funny, old man? Because while, hey, it would be cool to meet three Avengers, now really isn't the time." Simon slowly stopped chuckling. "Sorry, it's just, really? Fury has time for little old me?"
"The fact that you know Director Fury isn't helping your case, sir," warned Black Widow. "I'll repeat myself one more time. You are to come with us now, or we will bring you in forcefully."
She raised her handguns in Simon's direction. Iron Man aimed his repulsor. The last man, Captain America, raised his shield.
Simon whistled. "Kids these days. No respect for the elders. Fine, fine, I'll come with you." The Avengers looked at each other in shock. "What?"
Captain America shrugged. "Well, a lot of people we bring in mostly put up an effort to escape." He seemed more relieved that he didn't have to fight an old man.
"Hey, I've known Director Fury for quite a while," smirked Simon. "Probably before you were born, Captain Rogers." The mentioned Avenger looked at him with shock.
"Yeah, about that," Iron Man joined in, "How is it that you're in a picture of the Mayflower Plantation?"
Simon didn't hesitate. "I'm pretty sure the 1600s didn't have cameras back then, Stark."
Iron Man shrugged, before his facemask lifted, showing the billionaire himself. "Well, there's not that high of a chance for a cloak wearing guy to be in a drawing of Pilgrims."
Black Widow interrupted the conversation. "Okay, boys. I like to chat like the next person, but let's not do this in a public area, alright?"
She was right. People were already starting to gather, some getting phones out.
"Alright then," smirked Simon. He removed his hood, his dark blue hair instantly popping out. Spiral eyes shown with intelligence. "Where to?"
AN: Yosh! This took too long…
Hello everyone! I'm alive! Sorry for not updating for so long…
So, the last chapter seemed to repeat itself, for some reason. That was weird. I've fixed it now, so if you want to read it again, then go for it, I guess :P
Oh my goodness though… this chapter took one whole month to make! I feel ashamed for my laziness sometimes, honestly XD Gotta pick up the pace! C'mon Dragon!
*starts to say encouraging stuff to myself, before realizing that I'm still writing a chapter, so starts coughing* *cough* *cough* Anyway…
That's pretty much all I've got for this! Hope you've enjoyed this chapter! Sorry for the mishap that happened last chapter, and I'll see you in the next chapter! See ya!