As I made my drunken walk home, I noticed shadowy figures down an alley. Now, if horror flicks have taught me anything, I would be wise to stay away. Screw it, if I get hurt it would give me an excuse not to go home. I walked over to find a group of guys surrounding an elderly woman. "Please, take whatever you want. Just leave me be." Oh hell no.
I quickly made my way over to the punks. "Hey! Let her go!" I took a swing at the blonde guy and got a good shot on his jaw. "Who is this joker?" I heard the other guy say. I felt something jabbing into my side and noticed one of them stabbed me with a share of broken glass. "You shouldn't have done that." I said under my breath.
After the last of the goons ran off, I handed the nice lady her purse. "Thank you young man. We need more superheroes like you in this town." She have me a kiss on the cheek and walked off. Where was she headed? I dusted myself off and looked at my wound, yea that needed some medical attention. I made an attempt to call Natasha and she answered , I was hoping she wouldn't for some reason. "You have some God Damn nerve leaving like that! You better hope it was worth it..." I hung up and started jogging. No idea where I was going.
