All Heroes Must Fall || Marvel ff

Chapter 3: Peter Tingle

Jake was not a morning person. He was missing the necessary optimism. Khonshu had quickly come to realize, that it was one of the many things, that distinguished him from Marc and Steven. Sadly, not for the better.

For the last half hour, the god had tried to wake Jake up. Without any success. The man had just kept snorting, rolling around and occasionally insulting him in gibberish.

Maybe he should've taken the boy next door, Khonshu thought to himself. At least he could get up on time.

Khonshu let his gaze wander through the small apartment. If loud sounds — like the toaster hitting the ground — couldn't wake Jake up, then maybe it was time to change his methods. His gaze fell onto the kitchen and the fork lying on the counter. Khonshus mood lightened. Yes, that would do.

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The morning shift at the coffee shop was the worst. Peter couldn't even begin to compare the pain of swinging through the city to the one of serving the customers during the morning rush. He quietly stretched his fingers before turning back to his customer.
The woman in front of him was looking down on her phone, her red hair falling into her face.
Peter put her muffin and the coffee on the counter between them. The woman finally looked up, put her phone away and reached for her purse.
She was one of his regulars and always ordered the same: A blueberry muffin and an iced coffee to go with cream on top.

"That would be 4.95$, please."

The woman silently handed him a five dollar bill, before grabbing her order and change, and turning to leave.
Peter tried not to roll his eyes. A lot of people were like her. No hello, no thank you and no goodbye.

Peter sat back on the kitchen stool. He had no more customers to serve and could use a little break. Leaning his head against the wall, he decided to close his eyes for a couple of minutes, before he rose up to his feet again.

Something was wrong.

Peter let his gaze wander through the coffee shop and over the customers until he reached the window on his right.

Something was about to happen.

He looked through the crowd walking by, and his gaze fell on a man with a flat cap. He was running his hand up and down his arm and to Peter it almost seemed as if that man was talking to himself.

His senses heightened.

No, the man wasn't talking to himself. He was talking with someone. But there was no one with him. At least no one Peter could see.

Whatever was going to happen, whatever his senses were warning him from, Peter was certain, that this man — the one with the flat cap — was going to play a big part in it.

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