"Get your lazy ass up and the fuck out of my house," Tom's dad yelled angrily. His clothes were rumpled and the fumes of cheap liquor poured off of him in waves, making Tom almost gag.
He sighs quietly, careful not to alert his father of his disgust. He threw his legs over his bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Not wanting to spend too much longer under the same roof as his father, he quickly picked out an outfit and took a quick shower.
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(The outfit in question ^)
He slips out of the door silently and rushed for the bus stop. Tom had just enough money to take a bus downtown and grab something to eat. Unfortunately, his dad's idea of grocery shopping was buying booze and getting into debt.
Luckily, it was Saturday which meant no classes. He could really just enjoy downtown; he took his time strolling down the streets, taking in the environment. As he's walking, a cat scurried past him into a dark alley. Ever the bleeding heart, he pursues the animal but finds that he's lost it by the time he's fully in the alley.
He goes to turn around but as he looks up, he realizes that he's walked into a tense situation. A fugly brunette man is staring down another in a tin suit. Tom rubs at his eyes, checking to make sure that this isn't some fucked up dream.
"Give it up, Ultron," the brown haired man barked. "The Avengers ain't gonna take to kindly to you encroaching on our territory and messin with our business, capiche?"
The man in the tin suit laughs and draws a gun. Tom gasps and the man just smirks at him. "Run along now, sweetheart. We wouldn't want you getting yourself hurt now."
Tom couldn't just sit by and let this man get shot. As Ultron lifted his gun, Tom dove in front of it. He squeezed his eyes shut and prepared for the pain; he winced at the gunshot rang out into the mostly empty streets. But...pain never came.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked up. Some big, strong handsome man had pulled him away from danger. His hair was dark and his eyes swam with a certain degree of mystery. "Who...?"
His savior looked down at him and sighed before bringing a fist to the side of his head, successfully knocking him out. As his vision went black, he thought: wow, I've seen an angel.
