𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 [ SLOW UPDATES ]

Chapter 1- are you serious?

You were at a small corner store a couple of minuets away from your home picking out a few ingredients to cook for dinner, since the food at your house was almost completely finished because the people you lived with were absolute scavengers.

You threw some blueberries in the shopping cart and begun to make your way towards the cashier, with a bright smile on your face which was returned with a groan and a throat scratch from the man behind the counter, you cringed and unloaded your things onto the counter as he punched the price of the items on the cash register, still furiously scratching his dry beard which you could hear very clearly; you had super-sensitive hearing thanks to your powers.

Cringing deeper as he scanned the last item and placed it in a paper bag, you smiled as he croaked the price of the items, reaching into your pocket for your wallet.

"dry beard?" you asked, looking up at him with a raised brow, smirking.

"excuse me?" he had stopped scratching now and had turned his attention to you, eyes filled with fire and a facial expression that expressed so much hatred, that if hate was an actual person it would hate this man because of how much he portrayed the disgust on his face so passionately.

"i said, 'dry beard?'" you repeated, handing him a twenty dollar bill. He snatched it out of your hand and looked you up and down, judging you he examined the bill and handed it back to you, your smirk dropped.

"Sorry, you're twenty-five cents short."

You frowned deeper, "what?" he pointed towards a sign that read, 'Paper bags now cost 20 cents'

"what's the extra five cents for?" you grumbled, meeting his eyes he smirked and leaned on the counter with his elbow, his greasy shirt loosely hanging from his chest, fist pressed against his cheek.

"The attitude." He said, smiling extending his right palm open for the change, you mumbled and reached further into your wallet, pulling out the change.

"Fine." you glared, slamming the money on his counter and snatching the brown paper bag, storming towards the door.

"Hey!" he yelled, leaning over the counter so he could get a full view of you, you turned around smirking walking backwards, pushing the door open with your back as the bell above you chimed.

"You're still five cents short!" he cried raising a fist at you, you flicked your middle finger up at him, laughing before calling out "I know." and bolting out of the store making a sharp turn and bumping into a few people.

"Watch it, kid!"

Still a giggling mess, you profusely apologized, walking ahead and pulling out your phone when you heard it ring.

--INCOMING CALL- TONY STANK --

You tipped your head back, allowing your hair to fall behind your shoulders, granting you access to press the phone against your ear.

"What's up stinky?" you said earning a few strange glances from strangers as you continued to walk ahead.

"What did i tell you about calling me that?" he yelled from the other end of the line, making you silently laugh.

"What do you need? I've already done the grocery shopping-"

"yeah, yeah whatever just tell happy to get you here as soon as he can, we have something we need to discuss."

And with that, the call was cut off before you could say anything else.

'talk about a great start to the day.' you thought. You let out an exhausted sigh and stuffed your phone back in your front pocket and made your way to Happy's car.