Wally crashed somewhere in Virginia. Into a wall, because he was not paying attention, and tripped. "Owwww..." he moaned, as he poked around, looking for broken bones, and such. The only thing that hurt was his face, specifically, his nose. Wally surmised that he must have broken it, or at least, cracked it. He couldn't feel any blood running down his face, so it couldn't be too bad. Wally checked his snacks cupboard as his stomach growled again. "Score!" he cheered as he discovered 6 high-carb granola bars and a small juice box. He wolfed down two immediately, and was working on the third as he checked his supplies pocket. Hmm... an extra pair of goggles, a small clothes capsule (That he got from 'Wing. Seriously, you expect Wally to wear clothes under that spandex? No! He needs to be as light as possible to run!) and $100 cash.
Not bad, Wally thought, but I could be more prepared. I don't have shoes for one, and I could use some more money. But hey! Wally's not Dick or Bats, or even Tim! They probably have a contingency plan for everything! Seriously, Bat-Shark Repellent?
Wally made a mental list:
-Get home.
-Avoid SHIELD. (And any other weirdos looking for me. *cough cough* 'the professor' *cough*)
-Get food.
-Get shelter.
He quickly thought. To avoid weirdos, I need a disguise. That means changing my clothes, maybe even dying my hair. To get food and shelter, I need money, which means job. But disguise first, then job.
Wally headed towards the nearest store where he could buy supplies, after changing clothes. His boots would have to do for now, but he hid the rest of the suit behind a dumpster in the alley where he took shelter in. When he entered the store, he quickly gathered a pair of shoes with an extra pair, a spare change of clothes, and a back pack to carry it all. Calculated how much he spent, he headed over to the grocery department to gather food. Using the leftover money, he bought more high-carb granola bars (different box but same name. Weird for alternate universes, huh?), and several bottles of water. He brought the items up to the check-out counter, where the lady looked at him quizzically. "Back packing trip," he lied, hoping he didn't look too guilty. The lady nodded, satisfied, and began chattering on about her daughter, who, by the way, back packs too, and maybe she could introduce them? Wally politely declined, and paid for his 'supplies'. As he exited the store, he overheard two men discussing the robot in Manhattan (it had been on the news, of course,) and the mysterious hero who had saved Spiderman (Ah! That's what his name was!). Wally felt his heart swell when he heard them discussing his name.
Nick Fury was, once again, confused. The mysterious being that was in the Arctic one again, showed up in New York, but this time, he helped out a known hero. But once he was approached by some mutants working in Xavier's school he fled after a short conversation. Their conversation, recorded by a nearby camera, was played over and over in his head.
"Sorry, no. I'm not a mutant."
"It is perfectly acceptable-"
"No. I'm a speedster."
Speedster? What was that? And why did he deny being a mutant?
Professor Xavier sighed. He hoped that the energy-bearer would come quietly, not flee. Not it would be that much harder to find him, as when he ran away from the Arctic, the energy he was bearing slowly faded away. By now, the energy would be almost completely gone, and he would be impossible to find. He only hoped his one of his contacts would find the boy, and convince him to talk with him. The professor sighed again, and massaged his temple. He had the feeling he was going to get a lot of head aches soon...
As the Avengers assembled, Tony could not help but be puzzled. After the events of the invasion little over a week ago, he could not help but be paranoid. For the Avengers to be called again so soon could only mean that a large threat was upon them. As Nick approached them, he could only stare at him, waiting for him to say something. Fury tossed a manila file on the table they were gathered around. It fell open, and there was only three or four photos contained in it, and they where all of a kid, with flaming red hair, and dressed in what appeared to be yellow and red spandex. "Who is this?" Tony demanded. This kid could not possibly be a threat!
Fury sighed. "We do not know. We need the Avengers to track him down, and capture the target for questioning. He is highly dangerous, so be cautious."
Tony snorted. "How could... this kid be dangerous?" He questioned. Fury only silently brought out a remote, and clicked a button, which made a screen appear. And on the screen, it showed the kid, staring straight at the camera, only to proceed to beat up the surrounding agents, and take off running, at the speed of sound, maybe even faster. The Avengers' jaws all dropped as the video continued to one of a robot, Spiderman, and the kid. The video proceeded to show the destruction of the robot, and the conversation between the two mutants that appeared, and the kid.
Tony only had one thing to say. "How is that POSSIBLE?!"
Ahhh! Don't hit me! Don't hit me! I have glasses now!
That she currently is not wearing.
Abby! Why'd you tell them that!
Because it's your own fault for procrastinating.
I blame the the anime!
It's not FMA or Hetalia's fault that your addicted to them.
*Pouts* Traitor!
I thought I told you that you couldn't say that anymore!
*Sticks out tongue* Traitor! Traitor! TRAITOR!
Arghhhhh! STOP THAT!
No.
Don't make me get the twins!
AH! NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!
Then hurry up and write, woman!
Fine... Abby's right... Hopefully I'll remember.
Bye for now!
-Hay