Evening – SHIELD Perimeter Rooftop
The sky stretched wide and golden-orange, the last light of the sun brushing over the SHIELD base and casting long shadows on the walls below. Atop one of the auxiliary buildings, a figure sat cross-legged on the edge, his hoodie fluttering slightly in the wind.
Kai stared out across the quiet treeline, arms resting on his knees, his expression unreadable.
"Three strangers become something like friends," he thought. "Kind of. Maybe. Don't ask me whose story it is—I'm didn't remember either."
He chuckled to himself, the sound barely louder than the wind.
Behind him, footsteps approached.
Then—"You know, this is the kind of scene we usually save for the last page of the chapter."
Kai glanced back to see Tony Stark, arms crossed, standing just behind him with a half-smirk.
Kai blinked. "Wait—this isn't the end?"
Tony shrugged. "I mean, rooftop. Staring into the sunset. You, deep in thought. I figured you were stealing the emotional spotlight."
Kai stretched. "Well, I thought it was over after we dropped off Clint. Like a clean wrap-up. End of act one kinda thing."
Tony walked over and sat beside him. "To be fair, it did have that 'series finale' feel."
They sat in silence for a few moments. The wind played with Kai's hair. Somewhere in the distance, a bird called out, then flew across the treeline in a clean, confident arc.
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Talk Between Two Worlds
Tony finally spoke. "Listen… I've been thinking."
Kai raised an eyebrow. "Dangerous words."
Tony ignored him. "You've got something on your wrist that taps into alien tech no one understands—not even SHIELD. You're flying under the radar, but that won't last forever."
Kai glanced at the Omnitrix, its green glow gently pulsing.
"I figured you might want to swing by the lab sometime," Tony continued. "Let me run a few scans, compare notes. We might even learn something. Or break something. Either way, science."
Kai smiled faintly. "Appreciate it."
Tony tilted his head. "So? You in?"
Kai stood up, brushing dust from his jeans.
"I'd love to," he said, "but…"
Tony raised a brow.
Kai pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. It was smudged and scribbled—clearly a delivery schedule. Tightly packed. Names, times, and streets.
"I have three elder uncles waiting on groceries, a bakery drop-off across the river, and Mrs. Zhao needs her flour before dinner prep. That's just today."
Tony stared at the paper. Then at Kai.
"Wow. You really are the friendly neighborhood delivery boy."
Kai winked. "International edition."
Tony chuckled. "Alright. But when you're ready, come find me. I'm curious about that watch of yours."
Kai nodded. "Deal. And hey… thanks. For not prying too much."
Tony stood. "Call me if you ever need backup. Even if it's a bread emergency."
Kai gave a mock salute. "Copy that, Iron Chef."
Tony took one last look at the sky. "See you around, Kai."
And with a soft roar of repulsors, he launched into the sky, a red blur against the deepening dusk.
Kai waited a few seconds, watching until Tony disappeared into the horizon. Then he stretched, cracked his neck, and took a deep breath.
Back to the real mission.
He leapt down from the rooftop in one smooth motion, landing with practiced grace on the street below.
From the side alley, his delivery bike waited, engine softly humming. A few warm tiffin boxes were already strapped to the back. He secured his bag, tugged his cap lower, and checked his route.
One quick glance at the Omnitrix.
Still quiet.
Still glowing.
He smiled.
"Time to feed the city."
The bike purred as he pulled away from the base, tires crunching against the gravel, then fading into the winding roads and the gentle rhythm of another day.
Not a god.
Not a soldier.
Just a kid with a watch—and a job to do.