Jackson had to stay home with a cold today. His stomach was turning, his nose clogged up, and his mind felt like it was in a maze full of fog. The pill he took a few minutes ago was really relieving his symptoms. By the time his systems were back to it's normal function, the school already marked him for a full absent day. Might as well go out. He saw a wad of money on the stove with a note saying: Buy the groceries, son!
Right before his mother had gone to last night, she said she had a surprise for him. Nothing but that had been on his mind. Jackson was so focused on it that he almost ran into the automatic doors at the grocery store.
When he was done, he found he had money leftover to buy his own things. He saw a book on martial arts shoved in the back of the book piles. It seriously looked legit, why not buy it?
He threw it in the cart before checking out. Exiting the store, he stepped on the pavement to get to his house right around the block. A SUV coming down the road scared him, though. He retracted his foot and watched it pass. "Wonder where it's going."
Jackson went inside and started putting groceries away. He opened the refrigerator door and saw a note attached to one of the racks.
"I... got you in with... the Avengers. What? The Avengers?" It took a minute before the young boy realized what it was talking about. He was no hero, though. Just the sight of fighting made his mind stir with anger.
"Well, when do I go?" he asked himself, plopping down on the couch. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment and falling asleep.
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"Please, don't kill me!" yelled on old man, hunched in a corner. A pistol was pointed at his forehead, and the finger on the trigger threatened to pull it.
The room was stained red and corpses decorated the floors, all done by a pale, skinny man. He wore a mainly black robe, with streaks of bright red and white with bones scattered on it for decorations. His face was covered by the robe's hood, shrouded in darkness. The man's entire existence screamed danger, fear, and negativity.
"It's too late to be begging for your life. Besides, I need a couple of things from you anyways!"
A few minutes afterwards (still an undiscovered incident), a young man left the scene in a black hoodie, some tattered black jeans, and a seemingly innocent backpack full with all kinds of goodies. Just as he was walking out, he bumped into a young woman.
"Oh, sorry about that." the young man smiled. The woman, for some odd reason, seemed to be mesmerized by him. The young man chuckled a bit.
"Ah... well, I've got to go. My name's Erick, by the way. See you around."
He turned away from her and started the other way. He was about to cross the street when a SUV zoomed by. It was heading in the direction of the Stark towers. He smirked to himself. He could already envision the Stark towers collapsing, chaos sweeping across the city.