Tony was on his way home, it was raining. His feet pitter-pattered along the sidewalk filled of puddles.
Despite the rain, he wasn't in anymore of a hurry to get home. He had an umbrella and as the sky water littered New York, turning people into a bustling mess as they scurried by, the cars into that kind of drive that only happens when it rains, the scenery dampen, etc, he just enjoyed the view.
People rushed by him. No matter how busy they were or weren't, they all sped to get from one place to another. The cars drove along the wet and busy roads, the puddles in the drenched getting splashed.
They were all in a hurry to get from nowhere to nothin' at all!
It was humorous to watch; really, it was. And is.
On his travel back he stumbled upon a cardboard box, pushed under an awning but still getting wet on one side.
Out of curiosity -and nothing better to do- he stopped to have a look at the containments.
A box of two small animals, written on the front with a red marker was "I'm sorry: I can't take care of them for personal reasons, please treat them well whoever you are"
Then in tiny writing in the corner it said "PS. They're hybrids"
Looking closer at what was actually in the box, he noticed two tiny fur balls, both unconscious.
A little kitty which was missing one arm and a puppy. Both were covered in filth and Tony honestly questioned if they were dead.
[They must be too hungry to turn back to human] Tony thought, because bigger size means bigger need of nutrition. Duh.
Tony picked up the box, whispering to himself as he walked away "Welp, guess it's a bad day to have a big heart."
Glancing down into the box, face soft, voice fond "Even if it is iron"
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He arrived home and the two began to rustle in the box. Thank fuck, they ain't dead!
Hanging his keys, one of them peeked open an eye and looked at him. The kitty practically jumped out of their skin and was on their feet lightning quick.
They put their tiny body between Tony and the puppy, hissing and baring teeth. They reached behind them, tapping the other and meowing, trying to get them to wake.
Jeez, they really were malnourished since they couldn't even speak human while in animal form like hybrids usually could.
The puppy awoke and jumped to his feet, communicating with the other via barks.
