Chapter#7

Another day and another morning in New York means another day at work, and one apartment here in Manhattan, a group of 6 friends are having a breakfast of bread and butter while talking about Mr. Peanuts, Mr. Salty and Corn nuts.

"Oh my god. Guys, you got to come see this," Monica said while holding a cup of coffee.

She stepped toward the window and saw something, she gestured for the others to come.

"There's some creep out there with a telescope."

The other stood next to Monica and gasped.

"I can't believe it, he's looking right at us." Ross said,

"Oh, that is so sick." Rachel added,

"I feel violated..." Chandler said causing Joey to look at him as he continued,

"and not in a good way."

"Why do people do that?" Phoebe questioned frowning.

The others groaned at Phoebe's comment and were supposed to go back to their previous activity when suddenly, Joey asked something, while still looking at the window.

"Hey guys...come to think of it, have you guys seen ugly-naked-guy these past few months?" Joey said with a pondering look.

"Yeah, last I saw him was on Thanksgiving, I think," Rachel added.

"No, last we saw him was when he closed that curtain." Phoebe said, her eyes widened.

"When?" Rachel asked Phoebe.

"You're at the coffee shop at that time so you didn't know it," Phoebe said to Rachel, and Rachel nodded.

"Yeah, I remember that too, it's that time when Joey didn't get to come to his audition," Chandler added.

"But that's like four months ago, where did he go?" Monica questioned.

"I don't know, vacation maybe. Anyways, have you guys heard about what happened at W 24th street?" Phoebe asked

"Yeah, I heard about it. The guy tried to force the 17-year-old girl, but before he got to do it, somebody knocked him out and deboned him, they say the blood's still over the street." Monica answered Phoebe.

"Hey, hey, hey, I was just asking about the ugly naked guy, why are we changing the topic to that? Hey, Ross, stop them!" Joey said frightened as he walked behind Ross.

"Yeah guys, Haha, it's not like we're scared or something, it's just because we're having breakfast, right Chandler?" Ross said in a nervous tone.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, tell that to yourself," Chandler muttered, his hands shivering while holding his cup of coffee.

"Yeah, right. In 1914, I had my breakfast with one of my hands severed." Phoebe said with a serious look on her face.

The others looked at Phoebe in disbelief as Phoebe continued.

"Oh! Wrong life again." Phoebe uttered while laughing at her mistake...

"Well, I'll tell you what, I think the man deserves it, I mean, he was gonna force himself on a 17-year-old girl, you don't know how hard it is for us women," Rachel uttered as he looked at Monica.

"Yeah, yeah, though I'm curious about who did that to him, you know? Breaking his bones like that, I don't know if we should feel safe or feel danger if someone like that is running around the streets." Monica muttered making the others ponder on what she said.

"Guys can we change the topic now!" Joey whined, making others look at him.

"Fine, fine, Joey," Monica said,

"...." The group of friends fell silent.

"So...Mr. Peanuts." Chandler uttered making the others groan.

And that's how the day started in a group of 6 friends, a little bit scary, craziness, and humor, nonetheless, they're not afraid because they have each other's back...except maybe for Joey...and Chandler...and Ross. The point is they have each other's back.

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W 24th street, Manhattan, New York.

Three days have passed since the W 24th street accident, and a bloodied section of a Manhattan roadway is still being examined. The bloody scenes of the crime showed that a major accident had occurred, and several aspects of the crime remained unexplained, such as the 2-foot print plastered on the ground despite being constructed of cement.

The footprints include scorched pieces, indicating that they were covered by some sort of fire. The shattered debris also suggests that the man possesses an unknown degree of strength and toughness.

Because of this inexplicable evidence, a covert agency was entrusted with determining who was responsible. Bringing us up to date, two individuals are talking covertly in a coffee shop about the specified investigation.

"Agent Romanoff, any leads on our enhanced individual?" A man in a black suit with shades asked his colleague by his side.

The mentioned colleague is a tall, strikingly beautiful woman with green eyes, shoulder-length 'blonde' hair, and a finely-curved athletic physique.

"None so far, Coulson. All we know about him is that he is a man with a height over six feet tall, like Batman, can carry a 190-pound guy with one hand, he can survive a fall from a 130-foot tall building unharmed, and his body was coated in flames while doing it." The said woman, whose name is Natasha Romanoff, reported to the man in black named Coulson.

"Any face description?" Coulson asked Natasha.

"Nada, no one saw how he left, there's no evidence that he did so, it's like he just vanished in the middle of this mess." Natasha answered Coulson with an annoyance on her face.

"It's like a Winter Soldier situation all over again." Natasha muttered to herself.

"Come to think of it, you're supposed to be in Afghanistan right now right?"

Coulson asked, wondering why Natasha's here.

"Yeah, bossman, switch me with Clint. He said I need a break on my first failed mission." She answered which Coulson just nodded.

"A person falling from that height is just asking to be killed, but to have the effort to make an entry like that destructive means we're dealing with a newbie, reckless or confident enhanced here, maybe he just got his power and decided to use it in the name of justice. His mind became a mess because of what he saw, and then bang! We have our enhanced pyromaniac who is branding someone after crippling them." Coulson concluded as he eyed the scene of the crime.

"Sounds about right, if he's really what you say, then he's probably just around this area, maybe in a panic or afraid because of what he's done. Either way, this is just all speculation. We need the bone-less guy's testimony to have more info, and right now he's in a coma." Natasha added.

"Then I'll leave the investigation to you Agent Romanoff. As long as you're not called in, how about you take it as your first vacation?" Coulson said to Romanoff as he stood up to leave, he opened the door to his beloved car L.O.L.A intending to leave.

"Sure, just update me on Barton." Natasha said as she bid Coulson goodbye.

Natasha, in her free time, decided to order a coffee when suddenly she felt something hugging and humping her right leg.

What he saw below is a small monkey, humping her leg while making a monke sound.

"Marcel!"

Natasha eyed the man cautiously as the man hastily took the monke away from her legs.

"I'm sorry about that, my monkey is in a phase, so-" The man, who's actually Ross Geller muttered, when suddenly he saw the face of the woman he'd given an inconvenience to.

"Hi-Hi, I-I'm Ross, Ross Geller." Ross said as he looked at Natasha and raised his hand for a shake.

"Hello, Ross, I'm Natalie Rushman." Natasha replied with a smile as she stood up and shook Ross's hands.

When suddenly, a man of Italian descent appeared from where Ross had come from.

"Hey Ross, we need to hurry up, or we'll be late for Marcel's flig-" The man, whose name is Joey, stated to Ross, but he couldn't continue his statement when he noticed the woman Ross was chatting to.

He looked at the woman up and down and said,

"Hey, how you doin?" with a flirting smile.

"Boys! We need to go now!" A woman suddenly pinched them in the ears as she dragged them towards the exit, but not before Joey gave a call sign, completely forgetting that he didn't give her his number, leaving Natasha with a confused look, wondering what had just happened.

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