Adapting is hard

Who The Hell Are You?

Running in through the back I grabbed my black shirt and apron throwing them on I ran in through the kitchen. After punching my card I walked out onto the floor seeing as this is a high end place we do get pros from time to time.

There stood the three amigos if you could even call them that.

The idiot,walking violation,and the dead man. Hero's names President Mic,Midnight,Eraserhead.

Taking a deep breath I walked them to a table taking their orders. I return to the kitchen and place their orders stepping back onto the floor to seat my next table.

Do you wanna guess who the fuck was standing there?

"Hey your that rude kid from yesterday!" The blond said while pointing at me he had a weird black lightning bolt.

I just stared a him for a minute before picking up the menus and walking.

"Follow me." I said venturing further into the restaurant so I could put them away from hero's and the customers that wanted a peaceful dinner.

This time there were only three of them. The pink haired one with horns, the loud red head, and the blond idiot.

Seating them I took their drink orders and ventured back to my first order.

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Time skip

I glanced at the clock observing the time I had ten minutes left on the clock then I could go home.

The table of idiots were still here. They had finished eating twenty minutes ago but just didn't seem to want to leave.

I sighed and brought the check over sliding it to the red head. He seemed like the only one who knew I was there.

After waiting tables and helping with the decor change for our high end customers. I punched my card changed back into my regular clothes and off I went to the nearest  convenient store.

Ding

The door chimed as I walked down the aisles filling the basket up with medical supplies and food items. Walking to the eyeglasses I grabbed a contact case and solution for contacts.

I froze in place as I heard an undeniable click dropping down I slowly peaked around the aisle only to be met with three men and a gun.

Only this time the gun was pointed at someone else. The clerk. The poor kid shook in place as he fumbled the drawer.

"Hurry the fuck up we ain't got all night kid." One of the men shouted.

Taru (aka Izuku) slowly made his way through the store picking up a soda bottle he charged the man with the gun.

Spinning around just in time to have glass shattered into his face. Dropping the gun the thug dropped to his knees nursing his now cut and bleeding face.

"What the hell? I thought you said there was nobody in here!" Shouted the man to Harus left.

Both thugs charged at the same time only to meet the same fate as their brethren. On the floor nursing cut and bleeding faces.

One had a broken nose the other had his skull fractured. Standing above them was the vigilante Green Shadow.

"Who the hell are you?!!" One of the men yelled up to Taru as he stared down at them.

"Just a concerned citizen." I said raising my gaze to the window as red and blue lights flashed down the street.

Sighing I picked up my basket and told the kid to ring me up. Handing over the money I grabbed my bag of supplies and spun around walking out the back instead of the front.

Walking into the alley I scaled the wall as police barged through the store looking for the perpetrators.

Using a latter I jumped down into an alley two blocks away and started my trek home.

I live in the safer part of the slums. Away from most of the crime but that also means that the hero's aren't called over in this sector as much.

I live in a one bedroom one bath apartment it comes with  appliances. All except a washer and dryer. There is of course a small living room and tv but I'm not here often so it's hardly ever used.

Walking to the kitchen I started putting my things away. Shortly after finishing I walked to my bedroom. Getting on top of my bed I pushed the ceiling tile up reaching in pulled out my old duffle bag.

But instead of being filled with kids clothes and sentiments it now holds my suit.

Sliding on the thick material I stretched my arms looking in the mirror at the scuffs and scratches that littered the chest.

My suit is a dark green with black lining. Silver sewn in utility belt  and pockets for weapons. The suit was breathable but looked skin tight. His shoes a bright red and mask that covered half his face. The back had a place holder for a staff.

After suiting up I grabbed the floor board shoving it aside and grabbing a case. Opening it with my thumb print I slipped all my knifes and gear into the melt refilling the exploding gun power.

Placing the kit back I walked to my bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet I grabbed a round case taking a fist full of the contents and running it through my hair covering all the white and green highlights.

Next I slipped in some purple contacts and started putting concealer on my freckles.

Washing my hands I slipped on my black gloves and made my way to the  window. Running into the night to see who was patrolling in my new turf.

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I'm sorry for the slow updates if you get annoyed you can go read the story I just finished it's called a story for tomorrow but I would stay away from the other one ☝️ 

Anyway I just went through and revised and edited some of the story so if there is anything that doesn't make sense go back and reread 😛