The next day rolled around, and it was as chill as it could get—no villains, no chaos, just a normal morning.
I strolled through the busy streets, dressed in my loose white shirt and dark pants, black sunglasses perched on my nose to tone down my eyes.
On one hand, I licked a melting ice cream cone—vanilla with a swirl of chocolate, because why not?
The sun was up, people were hustling around, and I didn't have a single care in the world. Last night's chat with Mark had been straight and simple—I'd offered to hook him up with a superhero team as an apology for stretching his pajamas to death, and the kid had jumped at it, no hesitation, all wide-eyed and excited.
'Easy sell,' I thought, smirking as I took another lick.
Today would be the day Mark go with his dad, Omni-Man, training his new powers. I could picture it—Omni-Man showing him how to fly steady, barking some things in that deep voice, then landing one solid punch to Mark's chest, just like in the show. A rite of passage, Viltrumite style.
Kid was probably gritting his teeth through it and gasping for some, all hyped up to be a hero. I kept walking, letting my mind wander, the ice cream dripping a little onto my fingers.
As I moved through the crowd, I noticed heads turning my way—mostly girls, giggling and whispering to each other as they passed.
No surprise there—Gojo's body was ridiculous. Sharp jawline, white hair catching the light, that lazy confidence? It was like I'd walked out of a magazine.
Some of the girls were with their boyfriends, who didn't even try to hide their glares—veins popping in their foreheads as their girlfriends stole glances at me.
I didn't react, just kept licking my ice cream, smirking to myself. Sorry, fellas, can't help it.
I turned into a quieter side street, away from the main bustle, when I spotted something ahead—a bank, and not the peaceful kind.
Two robbers were bolting out the front doors, black masks pulled down, duffel bags slung over their shoulders. One waved a handgun, shouting at the other, "I told you to watch the damn clock! How'd the cops get here so fast?!" The second guy snapped back, "Shut up, you're the one who tripped the alarm, idiot!" They were frantic, clearly pissed that their plan had gone sideways. Sirens wailed in the distance, getting louder by the second—someone had already called the police.
I stopped mid-lick, ice cream dripping onto the pavement, and laughed out loud. "Oh, come on, what are the odds?" I muttered, shaking my head at the coincidence.
Here I was, just trying to enjoy a snack, and these two clowns decided to rob a bank right in front of me.
Their bad luck, running into me of all people. I adjusted my sunglasses, grinning as I watched them bicker like a couple of amateurs, guns shaking in their hands.
'Guess my day's about to get interesting.'
I stood there on the side street, licking my ice cream as it dripped a little, watching the two robbers stumble out of the bank.
They were running full tilt, money bags bouncing on their shoulders, heads whipping back every few seconds to check for cops.
The sirens were getting closer—maybe 10 or 20 seconds away tops—but the police cars weren't in sight yet. I smirked, took one last lick, and then—poof—teleported right in front of them, casual as ever.
The robbers didn't even see me coming. They were too busy looking behind them, shouting at each other, when they slammed straight into me.
I'd turned off Infinity on a whim—just felt like messing with them—and their bodies hit mine like they'd run into a brick wall.
They stumbled back, falling flat on their butts, the money bags slipping from their grip. A few crumpled bills fluttered into the air, drifting down the street.
They groaned, rubbing their heads, then looked up at me—a guy with white hair, black sunglasses, standing there licking an ice cream cone like nothing happened.
"What the hell?!" one of them yelled, scrambling to his feet, his mask crooked. "You dumbass, standing in the way like that! Move or I'll blow your head off!"
The other one, still on the ground, yanked his gun up too, snarling, "Yeah, get outta here, shades! You're screwing us up!" They were pissed—red-faced, veins popping, clearly the type to lose it over nothing.
I just smirked, not even looking at them, and took another slow lick of my ice cream. That ticked them off even more. The standing one growled, aimed his gun at my chest, and pulled the trigger.
The bullet shot out, fast and loud, but it didn't touch me. Infinity kicked back on, and the slug slowed to a crawl an inch from my shirt, then stopped completely—like it was stuck in midair.
To them, it just looked frozen, a little metal dot hovering there. Their jaws dropped. "What the—?!" the shooter stammered, stepping back. "He's one of them! Some freak hero!" The other one fumbled his gun, eyes wide.
"Screw this, shoot him again!" But before they could try, the bullet dropped to the ground with a soft clink, and I flicked my fingers.
Blue flared up, and they both lifted off the pavement, flailing as they floated up, then slammed hard against the wall behind them, sticking there like bugs on flypaper.
A garbage can sat a few steps away, dented and overflowing. I grinned—why not?—and waved my hand.
The can tipped over, spilling trash everywhere, then flew up and dumped its contents right on them. Wrappers, banana peels, coffee grounds, and some slimy things I couldn't even identify plastered their bodies.
The can itself clonked them both on the head—whack, whack—and they slumped, out cold in a second from the sudden hit. I laughed, stepping back as the sirens got loud, now just around the corner.
The police were almost here, so I let the robbers drop to the ground with a thud, still covered in garbage—stinking and sticky, but alive.
I glanced around—no real damage done, just a mashed-up trash can and some litter on the street. No one was hurt, no buildings smashed.
Good enough.
I tossed the last bit of my ice cream cone into my mouth, crunching it down, and brushed my hands off. Time to bounce.
Then it hit me—I'd promised to meet Mark at a café today. Told him I'd introduce him to a superhero team as a make-up for his wrecked pajamas, though I hadn't said which team.
He'd be stoked to meet the Teen Team, and I couldn't wait to see his face. With a quick thought, I teleported away, popping up near the café, ready to play the cool mentor.
'Can't wait to see his and team's teen reaction to the boy,' I thought, smirking as I adjusted my sunglasses.
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