Coffee with a Side of Combat: An unOrdinary Story

Coffee with a side of Combat

"Ding!" The bell rang as the door opened. Currently, the Via Cibo restaurant was bustling with customers. People were enjoying warm or cold drinks, or chatting with their friends. And currently, Amoeba Bob and Glove Balloon were enjoying plates of spaghetti , while drinking frozen lemonade, on a patio. Calgary's spring weather had been pretty good to them, but they were always prepared for the worst. Which is why they both had FP 45 Liberators underneath the tables, where they were sitting. For the worst was, literally, coming. It wasn't easy to arrange this meeting, for their clients were under high threat levels. It took days to arrange a meeting in a spot where NSA, CIA, MI6 and DGSE satellite trackers wouldn't reach them. Especially when the United Nations passed the Sokovia Accords, which forced superheroes to be registered by the government. Plus, superhero teams would have to attempt missions under government supervision, and control. Both Amoeba Bob and Glove Balloon were registered as minor threats, around Class-15.

While Amoeba Bob finished up his lemonade, Glove Balloon decided to check the perimeter. He detached himself from his Liberator, and attached himself to his portable weight. His weight allowed him to move around, without fear of blowing away. Plus, he could also use it in physical combat. He floated towards a tree, overlooking the local first responders building, and the North Pointe bus depot. Keeping his head on a swivel, he scouted the area for any traces of their clients.

While looking, he noticed a accordion bus stopping, and two kids getting off. Squinting, he could make out some details. One of the kids wore a orange coat, and had black hair.

The other had blonde hair, and was wearing a grey coat. Looking to the left, he could see another kid walking past the Mobil gas station, towards the Via Cibo. She had short, blonde hair, which was covered by her grey hoodie. She looked like someone that you shouldn't mess with. Out of the right hand corner of his eye, he saw a boy, with brown hair, a red hoodie, and jeans, running towards him. Knowing that their clients had arrived, Glove Balloon headed inside.

While waiting, Amoeba Bob gave a worried glance to Glove Balloon. "You know, if they don't accept, they'll kill us, and if they do accept, the Government will!" he exclaimed. Glove Balloon gave Bob a look that told him: we'll be fine. I'll protect you. Suddenly, a blue vortex opened up, and the blonde boy, and dark haired boy stepped through. Amoeba Bob, wiping nervous sweat off his forehead, welcomed them. "Ah! Steven Seal, and Soviet Mega Debil! Welcome!" he told them, with a slight tremble in his voice. Both of them sat down quietly. Not too soon after they showed up, sparks of lightning flew out from the chair near Glove Balloon, and soon afterwards, the blonde girl instantly appeared sitting, with an bored, un-amused look on her face. "W-welcome Amethyst!" Bob stammered. Finally, the brown haired boy ran up to the glass window near the patio, and flipped onto the side where the rest of the company was. "Triple 4! How are you?" Bob asked. Triple 4, brushing dirt off his shoulder, sat down in the only vacant chair left. With the pleasantries out of the way, the talks would begin. "Thank you all for coming. I hope that this meeting place was feasible to get to," Bob told them, with glee in his eyes. His audience showed no emotion to his statement. Noticing this, he started to continue.

"As you already know, the United Nations has passed the Sokovia Accords, and you four have not signed the registration forms." Triple 4, annoyed by that statement, interjected with a "No sh*t Sherlock." "Cyka Blyat!" Mega Debil shot back, looking as if to start a fight. Glove Balloon bobbed up and down happily, showing glee at teammates fighting each other. Bob, unfazed, continued. "But, the UN and Interpol can't be wasting their resources on 4 kids, so they've come to a conclusion." Bob waited, seeing if anyone had something else to say. "If you sign the Accord, and its registration forms, the UN will withdraw their forces, and charges, against you. Plus, you and all your families will be relocated to safe zones, to avoid any...problems. So, if you're all in agreement, I have the forms for you to sign." Then, Bob pulled out a large business envelope, and a couple of pens. He sat back down, and waited for the information to digest. Amethyst started to speak. "We're not fully in agreement," she stated. "Why should we turn ourselves in? Those in power don't care about us. They'll just experiment on us, and kill our families." "Now Amethyst, I know you have...harsh feelings towards the heads of state, but let's be reasonable," Bob argued. "Why?" Mega Debil added. "If we sign this, we'll be brainwashed into thinking that this thing is good. We all know, firsthand, that the world's governments only care about money, and power. And they will do anything to get it." Bob, looking very annoyed, started to stand up. "Well, at least we're much more civilized than a bunch of bratty kids! I mean, really? You can mouth off at me, yet you're afraid of men in suits? We're offering you compromise, yet you deny it, saying that we'll hurt you? You sound like a bunch of hypocrites, who are unwilling to see change!" he spat, before turning towards Amethyst. "Speaking of change, I would recommend changing your fashion style, and hairstyle."