The morning sun cast its warm glow over New York City, illuminating the English-style coffee shop through the brown glass windows. Inside, a news report played on the large screen TV, announcing a recent incident in Germany. The Avengers had stopped a crime, but unfortunately, Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, had accidentally caused harm to many people.
"Those superheroes are just using their names to cause trouble!" grumbled the owner of the coffee shop, a man with a thick beard and an expensive suit. He shook his head in disgust as he placed a cup of coffee in front of a young man, Amon.
"Uncle Crew, you really believe everything the media says?" Amon asked, stirring his Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee with a nonchalant smile. The rich aroma of the coffee filled his senses.
"Amon, I saw it with my own eyes! That green monster smashed my house with the car I bought with a loan!" Crew exclaimed, his chest heaving with anger. He had witnessed the destruction firsthand and was still shaken by the experience.
"Uncle Crew, you've said this three times already," Amon pointed out, shaking his head. "They compensated you with a better house and car, remember?"
"It's not the same! They shouldn't be allowed to do whatever they want!" Crew argued, his white beard trembling with frustration.
Amon took a sip of his coffee and sighed. "Don't worry, Uncle Crew. Sometimes things aren't as clear as they seem. Let's see how things play out."
He knew better than anyone that the Avengers weren't to blame. The media was trying to manipulate them, putting pressure on them to agree to the government's control. Wanda was the victim of this manipulation.
Amon was a time traveler, and he knew the truth behind the events. He had been in this world for over a year, and he had a special power called the "Life Surprise System." This system rewarded him for living a good life, giving him things like money, gadgets, and even super powers!
"My dear Amon, things don't stay hidden forever," Crew said, his voice laced with a hint of British elegance.
"Maybe not," Amon replied, placing a stack of bills on the table. "But time will tell."
As Amon stood to leave, he turned back to Crew. "Your coffee is always amazing, Uncle Crew. See you tomorrow."
The oak door of the coffee shop closed behind him, the copper bell above it chiming softly. Crew watched Amon's departing figure through the brown glass door, a smile playing on his lips. Amon was his biggest customer, always arriving at four o'clock in the afternoon for his coffee and leaving a generous tip.
The setting sun cast long shadows across the green pines as Amon drove his black Cayenne towards his suburban manor. The manor was a gift from his "Life Surprise System," a beautiful home in a peaceful location. As he drove further away from the city, the houses became fewer and fewer, until he was surrounded by nothing but trees and the sounds of birdsong.
Amon hummed along to the music playing on his Bose speakers, enjoying the slow-paced life. Suddenly, a woman in a red coat darted out of the forest ahead, stumbling towards his car.
"Damn!" Amon shouted, slamming on his brakes. The Cayenne came to a stop inches away from the woman, who landed heavily on the hood of the car.
"Is this a scam?" Amon wondered, stepping out of his car. He looked at the woman, who was still lying on the hood, and his eyes widened in shock. She had blonde hair, and her blood-red coat made her look even more beautiful. He could smell malt on her.
Amon stared at her, speechless. "This... is Wanda?" he whispered.