Tony wandered down the street, whistling. He'd suddenly gotten a real strong craving for Chinese food, so he'd gone out to get it himself.

Sure, sure. He was a billionaire, super rich, could have gotten someone to get it for him. But where was the fun in that?

It wasn't so fun, however, when some crazy in the street ran at him with a knife. It was too fast and sudden for him to respond, so his brain - moving quicker than his body as per usual - quickly figured out the trajectory of the knife. It wouldn't be a fatal wound, just a really hurty one.

Tony tensed, taking a step back, and then the man was on him-

But he wasn't. Another person had slid in front of him, taking the hit and sending an uppercut the attacker's way. Wow.