Al's entire existence was alarming. You get used to it. Sort of.
"I'll be there," he said quietly, walking towards the edge of the roof. He looks back at Bunny for a brief moment.
"Name's Al, by the way. Al Simmons."
An olive branch, of sorts. He doesn't always give out his real name.
And with that, he turns back towards the edge of the roof. Leaping from the top of the building, he spreads his tattered cape wide, gliding away towards the meeting spot.
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"I'll be there," he said quietly, walking towards the edge of the roof. He looks back at Bunny for a brief moment.
"Name's Al, by the way. Al Simmons."
An olive branch, of sorts. He doesn't always give out his real name.
And with that, he turns back towards the edge of the roof. Leaping from the top of the building, he spreads his tattered cape wide, gliding away towards the meeting spot.