Tap, tap, tap.
Sneakers could be heard as they tapped across the concert court alongside a basketball bouncing. On the court, a teen could be seen playing one on one against an older man with pure white hair. Neither of them had a drop of sweat on them despite them playing intensely for the last thirty minutes.
By the side, Lala was chatting with Liz as they decided to have a picnic. Due to their busy schedules, it has been a while since all four went out together.
"And slam dunk." Jason said. "Or not."
While he was about to slam dunk, a hand appeared before him knocking the ball away. Standing before him with his arms crossed with a prideful smile, James seemed proud of himself.
"You shall not pass!" The childish man shouted with a laugh.
"Alright Gandalf." Jason replied.
"But I'm not a wizard." James countered.
Rolling his eyes at the bad joke, Jason soon turned his head before vanishing. Returning a few seconds later dusting dirt off his shirt.
"Prepare to lose old man."
"Please, I've been playing this long before you were born." James joked.
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Laying down on his bed, Jason let out a small yawn as he rubbed his forehead. While he didn't physically require sleep as it was more of a luxury. It didn't stop him from doing so as it allowed him to rest his mind. Something he was getting less of as he began working on becoming a hero.
"Why don't you just take the night off?" Lala asked him as she sat on the edge of his bed. "You have been overworking yourself lately."
"I suppose I can try." Jason said but it wasn't very convincing.
Feeling Lala snuggle up to him, as they prepare for bed. A loud explosion soon entered his ears alongside screams. In less than a minute of him saying he would take the night off, Jason was out the window. Left on the bed, Lala just sighed lightly as she tossed a square packet on the nightstand.
'So much for Liz's idea." Lala thought but smiled as she looked out the window.
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Arriving at the sight of the explosions, Jason quickly found out the cause. Two men in armored suits were fighting each other. One in a large bulky grey suit while the other in a red and golden suit.
While the in the more slender suit was struggling to hold his end. Jason concluded it is a more balanced suit as the grey was clucky but a heavy hitter. As if to prove his point, he watched as the red suit got knocked into the side of a bus.
'Iron man huh. The timeline is really weird in this universe.' Jason thought.
Descending in the middle of battle, dust from the shattered concentrate below him shot up. When it settled, he stood up from his three point superhero landing. Dusting off his clothes, he looked up at the two dumbfounded men.
"I will say, besides making an entrance this landing style is terrible." Jason said.
"Who are you?" A bald man asked from inside the bulky grey suit.
"A kid?" Tony answered.
"Now I will ask nicely, will you end your battle before you destroy even more or shall I scrap your tin suits?" Jason asked directly, ignoring their questions.
Laughing like a madman from within his suit. Obadiah Stane was his name and he is an aging fifty year old man with a greying beard. From what Jason vaguely recalled alongside some side mentions from little research. The man has been with Stark Industry since Howard Stark started it and has been the man behind the scenes controlling it.
Instead of stepping down, the man instead shot a missle directly at him.
"No!" Tony shouted as he tried to react.
As the missile hit him and the wave of flame engulfed him. Jason just lightly patted his slightly singed clothes as the missile had burned holes into his shirt. Otherwise unharmed, he just looked up at the shocked man as he began to rapidly unload the rest of his weaponry.
"You know, if the first one didn't work what made you think the rest will?" Jason rhetorically asked.
"Jarvis, please tell me you can find something on this kid." Jason heard Tony talking to his AI.
"Sorry Sir." a voice replied but Jason didn't care. He was sure that Lilith was covering for him and any database of him without his glasses or imagines mysteriously ran into errors.
"You really should have stood down when I was asking nicely." Jason said as he looked up at the giant suit. Taking a boxing pose as he lightly blew on his knuckles. He 'lightly' punched the man by his standards.
His standards of course meant the man was flying backwards with his suit in critical damage. Tumbling through the already destroyed building the two brawled across, Jason bounced on his toes while giving a few more air jabs. Once he saw the suit not getting back up as it would lift before collapsing, Jason gave a slight disappointed look.
"I thought the suit was more durable than this." Jason said before looking over to the billionaire playboy who recently began his superhero career.
Waving his hands frantically thinking he would be next. "Stop! I mean you no harm."
Blinking, Jason suddenly felt wronged. He wasn't planning on hitting the man for no reason. Letting out a small sigh, he vanished but not before leaving his mark.
"I can't believe the mysterious hero is a kid." Tony muttered to himself as he looked up at the large encased S.
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Returning to his room, he found Lala already tucked in and doing some light reading. Turning the page she looked up at him. When she saw his lightly burned clothes she just looked in disapproval.
"Either you begin buying cheaper shirts or begin wearing the suit your mother gave you." She said, "This is the seventh shirt you ruined this week and it's only Tuesday."
"I guess you're right." He said as he removed his shirt. Revealing his toned body and abs as he tossed it into the discard pile. "I will take a shower to get the dust off. Do you want to join me?"
Shaking her head, "I'm already in bed and I just got to the good part."
"For a sixteen year old, you sure have a weird taste in literature." Jason commented before a pillow hit him.
"Don't make fun of my taste in books. Now shoo, you are getting dust on the bed."
"Ai, now I am off." He laughed but not before giving her a small peck on the cheek.
Leaving her blushing, he had a small smile on his lips. 'Maybe taking a night off once in a while is the right choice.'
Thanks for Reading.